Is it me that is getting old or my son?
I had one of those weird experiences on Saturday of being the parent of a teenager.
I gave a short workshop on evangelism to the teenage group at church- and my son came along. There he was in the third row!
It was nice that he came along, and he was very encouraging afterwards.
On Friday night I also had a reminder of my age when I played basketball with the young people and felt it for the rest of the weekend!
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