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SEVENTH TIME’S THE CHARM

In a moment of temporary insanity, I promised our 16-year-old and three of her friends to take them on a Ferris Bueller-style road trip to Worlds of Fun in Kansas City yesterday. They all worked hard this summer in jobs and sports, and have difficult class work and important tests coming up. My husband desperately needed a day to himself to do back-burnered stuff he’d put off in order to serve all of OUR needs all summer. Plus, after an excursion to the local amusement park, I knew Maddy was old enough to enjoy Camp Snoopy down there, the kiddie ride area.

So we made a day of it. The teens acted like they were going to be tortured when Maddy insisted on playing her Muppets DVD in the car on the way down . . . but every time I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw brightly-smiling teenage faces. Busted!

We got there and split up. The teenagers did all the cool roller coasters and actually paid to make themselves into human yo-yo’s in the spectacular bungee cord stunt, ‘’The Ripcord.’’ Ah, youth.

Meanwhile, Maddy and I spent the day hugging Snoopy about 42 times, picking out the fastest horse on the carousel, driving the cars and boats and motorcycles and bugs, bouncing in the bouncy place and sliding down the magnificent slide. We did the tame stuff; even the kangaroo swings looked too ‘’dane-jrous’’ to Maddy.

Then we came to Viking Voyager, a water ride marked with a black double diamond for ‘’aggressive thrill.’’ Wouldn’t you know it? She wanted to try it.

Her shriek down the climactic last drop pierced ears all the way out to Johnson County as we got drenched . . . but all she would say at the bottom was, ‘’AGAIN!’’

So we did it . . . AGAIN . . . ‘til we had gone SEVEN TIMES, and looked like mother-daughter drowned rats. Smiling drowned rats, though.

We met back up with the teenagers at 6 for the three-hour drive home, and all decided that, like the Ferris Bueller movie, we had a happy ending.

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Prayer request: A friend of a friend named Joni has been distressed because someone she really likes, a hairstylist, was going through a divorce. But she just heard that instead, he and his wife are reconciling. What great news! Wish we heard more like it. Thank You, Lord Jesus, for being a great ‘’stylist’’ to reshape and restore this marriage. Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, our God of reconciliation and love. (2 Corinthians 5:18)