Blowing it I blew it big-time in our youth group meeting last night. I got mad and lost my temper and a curse word flew out of my mouth. Then we had a time of prayer, led by the 15 or so teens there, in which all but two offered prayers for me. It was the most astounding prayer meeting our little group has ever had. I still feel like crud, though, for letting what happened happen. Like Alan, I don't like to appear weak to those around me. This is especially true when I'm around young people who look up to me. I wonder if they'll ever see me in the same light. Maybe they shouldn't. Maybe this is a good thing.