So, I've been gone for a week, on a mission trip in Toronto with our youth group. Running around with a herd of teenagers is always an interesting (and exhausting) experience, but this was a pretty fantastic trip. They all think they're going to move to Canada now, so apparently I've produced a bunch of future ex-pats. Sweet. I, on the other hand, had my eyes opened to some of the less positive things about Canada's social service system. It was a good reminder for me not to idealize another country. They get a lot of things right up there; there are also some things seriously wrong. Sort of like here, only kinder and less frenetic.
I feel like I should have a lot to say about the trip, but I think my brain is still too tired from shepherding teenagers all week to think of anything profound. This week I have been counselor, nurse, parent, babysitter, therapist, coach, enforcement officer, bank, teacher, pastor, friend, referee, chief cook and bottle washer, chauffeur, dictator, cheerleader, and magic 8-ball. I have held my tongue and temper more times than I can count, and lost them both a couple of times as well. I have a good excuse to be tired.
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