On Monday I shared the story of my friend, Cheri, whose dad verbally abused her for most of her life.
I met Cheri on a mission trip. She was vibrant and funny. She was beautiful, and her love for Jesus was evident.
She was also insecure, and uncertain.
One night we talked late into the evening and somehow the conversation turned to family.
With tears she shared how every Sunday she climbed into a car with her family to drive to her father’s house. She told me about the words he said to her in front of her children, and how she never said anything.
She told me that it impacted her children and how they viewed her. She said that the fights between her and her husband were all linked to her refusal to let him stand up for her, and that when she looked in the mirror, her father’s words blotted out everything that was good.
“Why do you keep going?” I asked. “Why are you showing up every Sunday?”
She looked up in surprise.
“We’re supposed to honor our parents, right?”