I just got back from an amazing weekend at Gonzaga for the Steubenville NW Youth Conference. There was much grace to be had, and had it was.
But last night I had a dream which indicated I've spent too much time around teenagers...
I dreamt that I ran into into some of my old college buddies at a gas station. They had ice cream, Reddi-Whip and caramel topping. They were giddy. Then they saw me and got sullen.
It was clear what they were doing. Oh so clear!!
They were having an ice cream party...
... and they didn't invite me.
And in my dream, I sobbed.
