I write two notes per week to our teens. This was one of them: Do you ever get “gun-shy” when you get in trouble? You know what I mean? You messed something up, or you hurt someone, and from then on, you think that person hates your guts. You walk into a room where they are, and even if you have made it right, it still makes your stomach sink a little. Or, you know you’re falling behind in an area and you feel bad around them. Believe me… I KNOW the feeling! There are times I’m scared to open
Read more →I write two notes per week to our teens. This was one of them: …and you weren’t there with me. It was a bummer. I missed being home, and I missed being in this class, in particular. No, not just this class—but YOU. I missed being around you. I saw a bunch of churches I recognized. I went to college with some of their youth pastors, so I got to catch up with some of them, but what I really missed was having you along for the event. The Youth Rally itself was cool. They do theirs monthly—Bible quiz, games,
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