what's the deal.

In talking to someone today, it was discussed that often times, speaking about your relationship with Christ, your church, your salvation, what God has done in your life, and anything of that nature, can be turned into you being seen as "judgemental" or "hypocrital" of others. A lot of the time, it seems like those that cast those stones may be having a hard time with their own walk with Christ, therefore it seems like everyone else's life is so easy in comparison.

Why is that? Why do others feel like it's "bashing them" if you talk about your Christianity, your church, or just your overall hapiness with the changes that you have made? Why do people think it's weird to give credit where credit is due, when you know in your heart a prayer was answered, therefore you said that it was.

Little things stand out to me, and I notice stuff that a lot of people don't. (My Aunt W says all the people on my dad's side have a R-----'s "stare" and I know I do, haha) For example, my favorite uncle, my uncle J, to be exact, fell the other night after coming home from church in the dark. He has some issues with one side of his body from being run over when he worked in the woods, and therefore that leg does it's own thing sometimes. Based on my mother's account of his injuries, it sounds like he looks like he was in a car wreck. But you know what else she said? That he called it a blessing. I was extremely confused about how bleeding and black eyes could be a blessing, and she clarified; it was a blessing because it could've been his wife. Had it been her, it is likely that she would've broken a bone. Talk about throwing an optimistic twist on things, huh. I think he is that way, partly because life has dealt him a hard hand; he is living with alzheimers. NOT dying of it, but LIVING WITH IT, and appreciating each and every day. He is a Christ centered man that I have the utmost respect for. Everyone needs someone like him in their life.

My mother called me from my dad's last appointment at the VA, to tell me that the news wasn't so good.... That surgery is not possible for my dad. Well, we never thought it would be, so this is not shocking. She says it hasn't gotten worse though, so I tell her that it is in fact "good" news, because it could be worse. The cancer could've spread more rapidly, and it hasn't. I know that God did this for me as much as he did it for him. I need my daddy, and I know in my heart that God gave him this chance for a chemo break for me. I am very open about saying that; yet I know some people think it is crazy. But I don't care. Because it is true.

I don't know how many people that read my blog also read "Mckmama's blog" that is linked over on the side under Mckmiracle. If you take time to check it out, you can follow the story of a baby that was given a death sentence while in utero. I watched that blog the day she had that baby as though she was my family. I had spent time in prayer for her and her baby, and I just KNEW he was going to be born okay. If you know me, you know I am not a crier. This baby's birth made me cry like nothing I can explain. God is so good. Be willing to say so. Even if people think you are nuts. You aren't.