I have a terribly unsophisticated confession to make--I was not raised in a dysfunctional home. Therefore, all the great literature based upon dysfunctional homes (enshrouded in swirling torrents of anger and addictions) was a great puzzle to me. In my experience home is where the fruit of the Spirit abides: ("But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law." Galatians 5:22-37.) It is plainly evident that this is more amenable to happiness than unrelieved chambers of hell on earth. To this day I am thankful to have escaped what some prefer to see, pronounce, and prescribe as "realism."
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