Some teens wrapped up their time this week at the residential youth home where I conduct a youth group. We said our goodbyes, wished each other well, and promised to remember and pray for each other. These are happy/sad times. Happy because they've completed the treatment they needed, problems have settled down at home, or they've found a good foster placement. Sad because I'll miss them. We've spent months getting to know each other, tossed around the deep questions of life, built trust, processed problems, and had some fun, too. I think I learn as much from them as they learn from me.