By Rev. Dr. Teresa Allissa Citro

“So I am writing to you not because you don’t know the truth but because you know the difference between truth and lies.” -1 John 2:21

I was out with my kids. Justin loves to take me on sunset rides. It’s one of my favorite things to do. My escape from everything. These are golden opportunity moments because I get to hear what my kids are thinking and feeling.

Imagine my surprise when I heard my daughter say, “Mom, I can’t take it anymore. I have to confess. Justin, it’s time we tell mom.” People, it was a good thing I wasn’t driving because you would have heard screeching car tires coming to a complete stop. I was drinking my Perrier water, I think the bubbles almost choked me as I screamed, “Oh my God!!! What have you done?”

My son had that poker face, avoiding eye contact, while my daughter had that nervous laughter. I, on the other hand, was screaming, “What? What is it?” My eyes were as green as they could get waiting for her confession. I wouldn’t want my blood pressure taken at that moment. Get this full picture? Then my daughter said, “Mom, I’m so sorry for te