So I yelled back, “No. Mom’s not home yet. Go to sleep.” Moments later, her little face peered into the room: “Dad, why did you lie to me?” I did what any good parent would do—I sent her straight to bed. Our fellowship was broken that night—but not our relationship. The father-daughter relationship hadn’t changed, but the father-daughter fellowship was impaired. I was miserable, and I knew she was miserable. Early the next morning, I sat on her bed and apologized: “I am sorry. I was wrong. I