I love the holidays. I love selecting the gifts, the decorating, the anticipation, the food (my pants will attest to my love of the food), the time with family. All of it. And of course we know that even happy times that bring with them a disruption of the regular schedule can be stressful, too. Obviously.

Whether the wound is small or large, we all have father-wounds. Parenting leaves some scuff marks, even with the best of parents. Forgive him. Give him and yourself the finest Father's Day gift and forgive him.

The more I focus on spiritual health, the more I realize that the ability to forgive is a key part of that. But plumbing the depths of forgiveness in an attempt to really describe and understand it is a daunting task. It is one of those words used so easily. But it twists and turns around labyrinths of corners as we try to chase down a clear understanding. The nature of forgiveness -- real and true forgiveness – can be elusive at times.

Epiphanies never seem to arrive in convenient places. My latest arrived at 10pm in my car on a drive back from Massachusetts. I hope it changes my life; and, I believe it will. Life change is often the result of a small change of view – a tiny shift in perception. Then “whammo” the world looks different, and dominoes are not automatically falling over each other the way they once did. Old broken places feel as though they might just heal. Slot A no longer painfully connects to Tab B.