BEST OF TIMES/ WORST OF TIMES

I was told both of these things today:

JAKE (my three year old son) before breakfast this morning while hugging me. “I’m glad God gave me you to be my Daddy.”

HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT I’M TRYING TO MENTOR (directed at me in a meeting tonight in a moment of frustration) “I don’t want to be here. I wish I hadn’t come. I’m sick of church.”

Life is a roller coaster. My emotions seem to be the tracks. I’m the guy in the last car just who is both elated and nautious.