I remember a Sunday morning at church with my family several years ago when I was “caught” arguing with my daughter.
The worst part wasn’t the argument, but the person who saw it.
My harsh words finished, I looked up and my eyes met the eyes of one of the women I admire most at church, a national speaker at Christian conferences on family issues. She looked away quickly, embarrassed, by the scene she had just witnessed in my family. I can tell you, I was even more humiliated, wishing I had not fought with my daughter, and, wishing that she had not witnessed it.
I was probably more sick about being witnessed in this family “scene” than the argument itself. [Read more…]