As a child growing up with a father who had temper issues, “I'm sorry” was something often heard coming from his mouth in the aftermath of a tirade. He was a follower of Christ, but often times he would repeat the same offense he'd just apologized for, sometimes in a matter of minutes! So, I grew up with the feeling that apologies were meaningless – mere ways to get ones self off the hook of guilt. I couldn't believe that after twenty-seven years of life, it finally clicked. I'd been stuck in a dark place for a few days and my attitude towards my husband and kids confirmed it. One night ... Read the Post