A Questioned Asked....

Why do I believe in a God that you can't see? A friend of mine asked me that question yesterday. I gave it some thought and came up with what I thought was a very good answer.

God is someone I can trust to love me no matter what I do. I can ask for forgiveness and he will give it. Afterall, he gave us his only son who died for our sins.

I was told I didn't answer the question and he repeated it.

Ok...I thought to myself what is he searching for? What is it that he really wants to know? I believe because I have been blessed many times by God, was my reply.

"In what ways?" I knew I could answer this one with my eyes closed. For starters he gave me two beautiful children, he granted me remission from cancer, and he brought a wonderful man into my life.

Your children came from a sperm and egg was his retort. No, I wasn't suppose to be able to have any children granted they came from a sperm and an egg, but God created that sperm and egg. Plus, God knew my life wasn't fufilled without them.

"Your cancer was cured by chemo." Actually, yes, but without God would there be chemotherapy? "...." Was the response I got.

"Why would your God make you sick if he loves you so much?" God didn't make me sick. Satan did, he will try to win your soul and have you blasphemy God while you are weak. I wasn't going to let Satan take over my life again. I prayed every day for my life back, now I have it. (almost 6 months now and no sign of the cancer)

Anyway, I came to find out that my friend is a not only a non-believer, but an atheist. Will I try to sway him by witnessing to him? Yes. I would not be one of God's children if I didn't.

Just some more rambling....

The Afterlife of Divorce

Marriage is a very familiar feeling to me, yet so is being divorced.

Let's give a little history about myself so you can truely understand what it is I am writing about. I got married fresh out of high school, got pregnant and at my six week check-up the doctor told me I couldn't have any more children (boy was he wrong). I was fine with that and so was my husband that is until Noverember 12, 1996 my son died from complications of epilepsy.

My then husband decided that he wanted more kids something I wasn't suppose to be able to provide so I divorced him. I fell into a great depression due to the loss of my son and made some very bad choices along the way. You know the usual drinking, drugs, self mutilation (ie. body piercings and tatoos) and the wrong type of people.

In 1999, I straightened up my act got a great job and met someone. (If I knew then what I know now about this person I would of never got involved with him. Although, I love my son but dispise his father.) Somehow (we all know how persay but according to the doctors how), I ended up pregnant in 1999 and with plenty of complications during his pregnancy gave birth almost 2 months early. After we stayed in the hospital two months I made a life altering decision I left his father due to the abuse that I indured during my pregnancy.

In 2001, I met another nice guy *rolls eyes* where I was waiting tables. He would come in and drink coffee all night while reading a book. One night my babysitter called telling me my son had a 103 degree fever so this guy went ahead and took me home so I could tend to my sick son. A few nights later he came to the house and we sat and talked on the couch. (Yes, I was scared to death and yes that is all we did was talk.) I wasn't looking for someone I was content working and coming home to my son. Every night I was off he would just show up at the house and another one of the waitress' would tell me the night after that "irl name" drove through the parking lot and didn't see you and left. My reply was I know he came to the house.

Immediately, rumors started at work which weren't true we were just friends at the time. I am not really sure when it happened but there was an attraction an obvious one (not obvious to me at the time but to everyone else). Afterall, we were "just friends" but somehow it became a ritual when I was off he would show up and end up sleeping (yes sleeping) on the couch with each other. If he looked totally exhausted he would put his head in my lap and I would play with his hair until he fell asleep or I would scratch his back for him. (I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, but now as I look back this is a thing that couples should do.) Anyway one night we were sitting there talking and I dozed off with a lit cigarette in my hand that dropped on me and he brushed away. I told him look I am not sleeping in here on the couch again I am going to bed you can stay if you want you can sleep on top of the covers and I will sleep under them. He got up and followed me to the bedroom I crawled in and so did he. He asked me to scratch his back so I did and somehow I ended up rubbing his chest then things progressed you might say.

In 2002, I ended up pregnant with Gabbie, was working a full-time job, going to school, trying to take care of my son, and trying to support him. Things came to a halt when I decided enough was enough. I was tired of supporting him and him not putting in as much effort as I was trying to better myself. Needless to say we never married (thank god) which is a good thing, but now I am raising 2 kids, finishing a double associates degree, and working a full-time job at night.

I look at my past as a learning experience. As I look back I think to myself would you change it? No, I wouldn't. Why? Simple, I love my kids. I live for my kids. Everything I do has to do with my kids.

Plus, I now have two wonderful men in my life.

Who, you ask? God for one. The One.

My boyfriend for two. No, we aren't having sex and won't until we are married. I know that seems like a very strong statement, but without my strength from God I couldn't do it. I couldn't do much of anything without having him in my life.

Oh well. I guess I rambled enough

Friend or Foe

A friend is defined as follows:
a.) A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
b.) A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
c.) A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.

The question is wouldn't a friend know you well enough to know your heart? I hope so, but you never know.

If you consider them a friend wouldn't they at least know something about the way you work? Of course they would.

Wouldn't a true friend not question your past mistakes? Yeap they would love you regardless.

Why would a true friend ask your ex why he was with you anyhow? My ex sent me this one. I couldn't believe it although he answered more than appropriately. I was actually shocked to see this person ask this at all really.

Are some people so superfical that they only look skin deep and not at a person's heart? No, I am not a beauty, but I am far from dog ugly; of course beauty is all in the eyes of the beholder so what do I know. Society states that you must be model looking in order for you to have a man or be loved.

I am not a model by any means whatsoever, but I have the intelligence to soon be graduating from college with two degrees (albeit late in life), I work full-time, and I have two loving children. Just those three accomplishments would mean I have strength alone. A very good characteristic is you ask me, but what do I know I am a homely woman who comes home to her kids and writes on a blog about how she feels to let out her anxieties.

Sibling Rivalry

Is it normal for a brother and sister to fight? Yes, I did it with my brother. In fact, I think we all had some kind of disagreement with one of our siblings.

Is it normal to say hurtful things to your sibling during arguments? As much as I hate to say it yes. If you can't get even one way you will use another.

Is it normal for one sibling to try to hang another? No, at this point it is time either for a serious butt whipping or it is time for a therapist. That is what happened to my daughter when my son got mad at her for something as trivial as playing with one of his toys.

Did I get him help? Yes, I took him to a psychologist, a phychiatrist and a new pediatrician (once ADHD was diagnosed). Not only does he have the basic run of the mill ADHD, but he also has OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and ODD (oppositional defiant disorder). I know what you're thinking. Because at one time I thought it too, doctors are just medicating children with a diagnosis of ADHD. I thought it until I was confronted with the problem myself.

3 months later my son is brand new. He says I love you to his sister. He now gives affections to her and me. He was a very angry little boy at one time, but now I have the son that every mother dreams of.

The Perfect Body: Stereotypes of Society

How many times have you stopped to stare at the fat lady at McDonald's thinking to yourself doesn't she know that is why she is as big as she is? Don't lie be honest no one knows the truth, but you and God.

How many times have you looked in a magazine thinking, I wish I had that from this model and this from another? Come now we all do it.

How many times have you looked at a man because he has a nice six pack stomach or at a woman because her chest is just so enticing? Guilty here for looking at men for the wrong reasons.

I was talking to a woman at work today who preceded telling me how her 13 year old step daughter works out constitute, eats very little and wears a whooping size 4. This child gets up at 4 a.m. before school and does a full aerobic workout, runs a mile, and then comes home to shower. She then spends an hour getting dressed and applying make-up to a china doll face. Once finished dressing she may grab breakfast if she has time and that breakfast consists of a slice of toast and a glass of water.

I can understand taking pride in how you look, but there is a fine line between health and obsession.

Think about what you see on ads in television. What do you see? Thin, beautiful women and men that are buff from working out. If you do see a big person they are usually making cracks about their size just for the laughs.

How about in movies? The same,of course.

I have a daughter and I do not want her thinking that her body should be perfect, because most of the models we see in magazines and on television have had some kind of digital touch ups. I want her to love herself for who she is not what she looks like, although she is the most beautiful person in the world to me.

When I think about this I always end up with one saying coming to mind.

"Never judge a book by its cover."

Pretty simple and to the point I think.

Love yourself for who you are not what you look like. Your most likely sitting there thinking yeah right. Truth of the matter I am right.

If I worried about what people thought of me I would never leave my house. You see, I have a whole four inches of hair on my head right now thanks to chemo.

Do you know how many looks I get or the assumptions made about me? I have been accused of being a lesbian due to my nice new haircut. I have been stared at because I refused to hide my illness by wearing a wig. Yes, I was the one who bought a shirt saying "I'm not bald I'm just taller than my hair".

To me society is making us and our children worry more about our outward appearance than our spiritual one. With that I give you this to think on:


"Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets." Matthew 7 : 12

Gabbie
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Gabbie Returns, The Crying Begins

Oh how grateful I was when my daughter, Gabbie, came home yesterday. Talk about a site for sore eyes. She was with her father in Mississippi for her first two week stay away from me. Will it happen again? Most likely not. It appears that she lost a few pounds while away.

She is usually in very good demeanor, but yesterday she ended up on her naughty mat at least 5 times for things that she knew she wasn't suppose to be doing. Simple things like touching knick knacks when prior to going to stay with her father she didn't touch them. No, I'm not blaming him for her new found argumentative state. Yet, one has to wonder if she was allowed to grab her grandmother's?

Today, she is following me around like I am going to leave her. I couldn't even leave her in the nursery for church today. When I walked near the door she started crying and grabbing on to my leg. I really don't understand why she has regressed to screaming and crying. Although, I would love to be able to speak baby gibberish to understand what she is saying. Seperation anxiety is so not a good thing when you are a single mother who works eight to twelve hour shifts.

Oh well....I suppose it has to get better.

History Long Past

In the year 2000, 1,247 women were killed by an intimate partner. The same year, 440 men were killed by an intimate partner.

What's sad is I almost became one of those statistics. On June 8th, I gave birth to the most wonderful son in the world; but you see he was born 1 1/2 months early due to my significant others stupidity.

On June 7th, Darrell came home in a very bad mood. I can't quite remember as to why he was mad, but I do remember taking the brunt of the storm. You see I remember getting swung by my hair into a wall. I also remember getting up and looking at him while I walked to the bathroom. You see that's were Darrell kept all his hair cutting supplies. My hair at the time was thigh length I grabbed it and put it into a ponytail and sliced it off above the ponytail holder. I walked out of that bathroom holding my hair in my hand while looking at Darrell telling him he would never pull my hair again. I threw that ponytail in his face.

The rage I seen in that man's eyes was not something I wish on anyone. That look was not the look of love, but pure hate. I was carrying the child of a man that hated me and yes that is what I thought at that moment. (His eyes told me everything.) I remember his fist connecting to the right side of my face and me falling backwards. I immediately tried covering my swollen abdomen trying to protect my son. He kicked me, he stomped me, he even got down to punch me repeatedly.

I am not sure how long that beating lasted in fact I couldn't tell you what he said to me after he got in that final thump. What I do remember is hearing the front door open not once, but twice. The first thing I thought was he is really going to kill me this time.

Luckily it was his mother, whom lived two doors down, coming to my aid. I don't know if someone called her or if Darrell went down there, but she was there. I tried talking and tried looking at her, but my mouth wouldn't move and my eyes wouldn't open. I guess she did what most mother's wouldn't do she called "911".

It felt like forever before I got to the hospital that night. Needless to say I wasn't in very good shape and neither was Daunte'. We stayed for for 2 1/2 months. I had to have facial reconstruction, ribs wired, an ear drum rebuilt, and a pin in my wrist. It wasn't easy, but I got on a greyhound buss that day and never looked back. It's been five years since I left him.

I know there are those that want an answer to one question that keeps popping into my mind. One of them being, why did I let this happen to me? Well, my answers to that question is simple. A) I loved him and thought I could change him. B) I was to scared to leave. C) A child needs his father. Honestly, if I could do it again I would. That sounds crazy right? You see Darrell changed me that night because of him I am stronger. I use to be the meek mouse walking the halls in high school, but now I am not afraid to voice my opinion. I learned alot about myself in those years. I also grew as a person and as a mother.

Child Welfare in the State of Missouri Part 2: Butler County Enters

Update.....

Sherry and Doyl had a brand new son at 4:14 on June 7th who weighed in at 7 1/2 pounds and was 19 1/2 inches long. Mark is completely healthy and will be able to go home later this evening with his mother and father; but not after a very heartfelt battle with the hospital, with two seperate counties trying to lay claim to Mark, and the battle of their parents.

Let me explain things in more detail for you the readers. Grandma and myself were getting two sodas from a local convience store about 3 miles away from the hospital when we recieved a call from Doyl (Jennifer, Melinda, and Mark's father) telling us that CPS agents were at the hospital to take Mark.

Needless to say that was the quickest driving I had seen Grandma make ever; within minutes we were in the hospital parking lot with Doyl waiting outside waving us inside. There was no walking to get to that door.

Today I ran following Doyl while Grandma took off for Sherry at the other door. I decided I couldn't hold my soda and tried to place it on the welcoming desk accidentally knocking it over on the woman sitting at it apologizing I ran following Doyl to their room.

Finally, when we are all assembled there is a horde of hospital security around thier room, outside their window to their room, and halls loaded with even more security. I suppose they thought something was more than wrong when I walked up to Doyl in the hall while he was calling their attorney when I was asked by one of the security personnel from the hospital,"Do you need something?" My reply was short to the point,"I'm with him." pointing at Doyl while the security procceeded to tell Doyl,"IF CPS does show up there is nothing the hospital can do." I was more than tense at this point saying,"Yes, there is. They (Sherry and Doyl) signed a disclosure notice and no one would be taking Mark anywhere or would they enter thier room (where Mark was being kept unless being bathed and then under the watchful eye of one of the bulldogs in the family meaning me, grandma, grandpa, mom, or dad) unless they had either a warrant or a court order." Of course with that Doyl walked with me back to the room and waited for the arrival of the local CPS personnel from the local county.

In the meantime, thanks to me telling the security personnel about the violation of the rights and the disclosure notice we got a visit from a hospital executive trying to tell me again that the hospital couldn't do anything to intervene. I then reminded them that it would be a violation of the disclosure notice and a violation of their Amendment rights if CPS walked through that door without proper notification or proper documentation. The woman stood there looking at me with her jaw open and said that she needed to see what rights they would be violating. I stood with the papers in hand handing her the 4th Amendment and reminding her of the disclosure notice signed by this family. She then turned and walked out the door.

One round won is all I could think. While we waited for CPS to show up we got to play with Mark while he was sleeping holding him, kissing him, and silently praying. Making phone call after to phone call to local media to the grandparents still at work and just waiting.

It seemed like eternity to all of us in fact there was time for all of us to get out and smoke a cigarette two at a time slowly trying to unwind while trying to loosen all the tensed muscles. Needless to say Butler County finally showed up trying to get a feel for the situation because they were as clueless to the situation as the rest of us. They took the initative with the situation trying to figure out why Wayne County would put a baby on non-release status that isn't even in their juridiction. Butler county came, talked, answered questions, and even listened when we spoke.

At about 1:30 we finally got the phone call that we had been waiting on. Butler County had won the motion to keep Mark in Butler County and was allowing Mark to go home with his parents after they had a home inspection.

I have never seen the look of total joy before today. When we looked at Sherry we all knew that Mark was not only coming home, but he was going to be staying with his loving parents.

As Sherry took that phone call she learned not only Mark was coming home, but that Wayne County had violated their rights by trying to blackmail them into giving up their rights. Therefore, Butler County has filed a motion on behalf of Jennifer and Melinda to remove them from Wayne County which we are more than estatic about.

The inspection was done which they passed with flying colors. At 8 p.m. Mark will be walking into his home. The home that Sherry and Doyl filled with love not only for him, but for Jennifer and Melinda as well.

Thank you Butler County for finally stepping in and doing your job; the job that Wayne County wasn't even attempting to do.

~Hopes

Trust or Not Trust

I have had many inquiries into my trust as of late, due to the fact that RK has Gabbie right now for a visitation.

Do I trust him? Yes, to an extent.

Why just an extent? RK has lied to me alot in the past and I am trying to get past his lies to the kids, but it is hard. It is hard to get past the trust he stomped on. It is even harder knowing that I am trusting him blindly with my daughter whom hasn't seen him in months.

I was even asked by my mother if I had lost my mind. My lovely response was simplistic and dripping with sarcasm, "Why yes I have mother. Would you like the rest of my sanity so he can raise her?" Needless, to say you would have to know the type of conditional relationship my parents have with me and the kids. Although, it's gotten alot better since Gabbie was born atleast with me.

RK, on the other hand would tell you different since he is the one reeking the wrath of my lovely mother right now; which by the way is rather amusing to see the logs to their chats. Like it or not I promised him he could take the kids for visitation as long as he could live with their schedules and the rules I have set for them.

So far he hasn't done a great job at abiding by them, but at least he is making an effort to be an active father in their lives. Although it is ruining that new trust I that I tried to have in him.

When I think about the word trust I think about lots of things, but mostly the blind trust I have in God. Yes, I know he is with me, but physically I can't see him or touch him; whereas emotionally I can feel him here with me.

Like when I get to humming a hymn and think about why I am humming it. Usually, it is the fact that I am humming a hymn that I haven't thought about in a while and then realize the words to the hymn.

More than likely something is going on in my life that I need to ask God to handle from me. Alot of the times I hand it to him to deal with and trust him for some reason. He knows my heart and my soul, he will usually hand me the answers I am looking for in one of those hymns.

I went to him today after me and RK got into one of our usual arguments about Gabbie's schedule after he got done telling me that it isn't realistic for him; but it is for me and since I have her 48 weeks out of the year I think he should adjust his and not take her off mine.

Yes, I am a stubborn woman and usually want the answer right then. I want to know now not tomorrow or the next day, so I sat down at my computer and just said ,"God help me." I

t was almost institanious that I thought of www.crosswalk.com. I went there looking and reading and finally decided to do a search on trust. Coming up with dozens of scriptures with the word trust in it, so I narrowed that search to trust in God. One scripture jumped out at me:

Quote:
Psalm 18:2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I am still trying to figure out how this verse applies.

Child Welfare in the State of Missouri

Outrage is in my heart right now. Why? There is a young mother and father in the state of Missouri by the names of Doyle and Sherry Starkey crying for their twin daughters,Jennifer and Melinda , that will be put up for adoption in a county they no longer live in.

There is a story here most of you will probably show no interest but this is when they Sherry, Doyle, Jennifer, and Melinda need you to show it.

You see on March 8, 2004 Jennifer and Melinda were taken from their parents by what we call The Department of Human Services or most of you will know it as Child Welfare.

Where these children being abused? No.

Were these children being neglected? No.

You want to know what the fault of Sherry and Doyle were, don’t you? They were a young couple at the ages of 16 and 20 that had children.

What’s wrong with that you ask? Nothing, nothing at all.

Although the state of Missouri thought so. Two days after their birth Jennifer and Melinda had their first visitors from the State of Missouri. An anonymous call came in that the children were being abused at their home. Funny thing is that the children were still in the hospital with their mother and father, so the worker came there.

After, this first initial visit the workers kept coming. Sherry and Doyle agreed to let these people in their home. Mr. Craig Reed told them that their house was fit for their children; whereas Sherry and Doyle did not.

You see their first house had wires exposed, a roof that poured water every time it rained, mold all the way down the walls, no windows in the house, a fuse box hanging off the wall, trash all over the front yard, and the state said it was okay. Yet Sherry and Doyle took the initiative; they moved to a better house.

In the midst of moving from one county to the other another worker showed up. This worker seen boxes being unpacked from one house, things being put up, and decided to put these children in foster care. Stating they were unfit parents because the house was in upheaval during moving. UNFIT! For wanting a better home? For wanting to be were their children could blossom in safety? For having boxes of unpacked items stacked while still in the process of moving?

It sounds to me like Mr. Craig Reed was trying to fill his quota. Yes, that’s right a quota. Did you know that the state of Missouri has a quota to reach? 1500 children must be put in foster care per month or they lose funding not only state funding, but federal funding also. It’s a shame that a government agency would strip children from loving parents just because they were in the process of moving to a better home for money.

What’s more amusing is the fact that this isn’t the first time this has happened in Missouri. The state actually got sued by one family for defamation and separating their family for an entire 12 months until they filed a lawsuit then the family was suddenly given their children back. Go figure. I guess you might say that alls fair in the love for money even if the state agent is playing with the love of a family.

Anyway, these parents Sherry and Doyle hired their own lawyer, Amy Bonfield, because the state furnished one that was not doing anything for them what so ever. This lawyer at first worked and answered questions these young parents had but now spend their time just trying to get her on the phone.

What the Department of Human services failed to do was contact the Cherokee Nation. You see Jennifer and Melinda are born from direct Cherokee Ancestry. As Cherokee the state any state has no right to tell these parents how to raise or anything to say about their children. These children are suppose to be protected under the Indian Rights Act. Yet the state has not notified anyone about or for these children. Why is the next question? That’s a good question I would love to know that answer. Mr. Reed would you care to answer?

Let’s ask another question to ‘Mr. State Agent‘, Mr. Craig Reed. Why have you failed to contact the Cherokee nation which is a part of your job as a child advocate?

Why is it that Sherry and Doyle have yet received a worker in Butler County? Care to answer Ms. Jamie Bennet? I am more than positive by what I have read that they are suppose to have a Butler County Representative within DHS, yet they don’t. No notification has been sent to them, Sherry and Doyle, about a worker in Butler County only in Wayne County.

Let’s dig a little further into why I am writing this and am so outraged with the Government of Missouri. On June 3, 2005 Sherry and Doyle who are expecting another child on Monday evening or early Tuesday were told if they didn’t sign their rights away to Jennifer and Melinda the state would take any child they have for the next 3 years. Sounds like blackmail to me pure and simple. Is the government of Missouri so backwards that blackmailing a young couple into giving up parental rights really a state that you want to live in? Is it a state that really has the welfare of a child at heart.

Now I have talked to this couple and I have personally seen the house they have now which may I add is a mansion compared to what the state called fit. They have cribs set up for the girls when they come home, diapers ready, and this house is so clean you can literally eat off the floors. Why wouldn’t Missouri do their best at reuniting this family?

Why wouldn’t they do a home inspection on the new home? Isn’t it what we the taxpayers pay you for?

Why weren’t they assigned a worker in Butler County since that is now where they reside?

Why does Wayne County still have jurisdiction over Sherry and Doyle while they now reside in Butler County?

Yes, I know these questions are repetitious, but answers are needed for them and no one is trying to answer them. Not the state not their attorney so who does this young couple turn too?

As I get permission from this family I will show you just how incompetent the state of Missouri really is. Not only through heresay, but through actual court documentation from their lawyer. Stay tuned .

A concerned mother.

A concerned citizen.

A concerned taxpayer.

~Hopes

Pornography

How would you feel if you found out your husband is surfing the internet looking at other women pleasing men? My first response to this would be disgust of course. My next response would be that you are not doing your wifely duties if he has to search the internet to feel the void he has.

Yet it is written in the book of Exodus 20:17 : Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's.

How would you feel if you found out it was your pastor or your deacon? The reason I ask this question is because I know a deacon of a church that has this problem. He even refers to his wife as the "Ice Queen". I know exactly what I would do. I would pray and pray some more asking what it is that I should do.

How do you feel about the idea that there is child pornography so easily spread on the internet? As a mother, I hate it and am sickened at the thought. Yet, there are those that actually believe that a 6-year old is more appealing than an adult. These people are very sick individuals and need extensive therapy.

A child is meant to be loved and cherished not to be lusted after. What I want to know is how in the world a person could possibly be interested in a child that way? Why? I doubt I will get an answer to that question that will suffice me, but it does make me wonder.

Just more rambling from a very protective mother.

Judgement Passed

I am a divorced mother with two children. If any of you are Christians would you judge the image of a woman lugging two children around? (Answer honestly) Many of you would especially if you didn't see a ring.

I remember a time when I was looked down upon by my exes parents when we separated, because I did what I had to do to take care of the one child I had at the time. Which means I worked the graveyard shift waiting tables. The funny thing is, is that I was looked down on for no reason other than the fact that I was a single mother trying to live and support my child along with their son.

What I don't understand is how a well evolved Christian parent can just pass judgement on another person. Especially after being taught Matthew 7:1-5 Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment that you pronounce you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?

Or how can you say to your brother, "Let me take the speck out of your eye," when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.Or how about Romans 14:10-13: Why do you pass judgment on your brother? Or you, why do you despise your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of God; as it is written,As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to meand every tongue shall confess to God. So each of us shall give account of himself to God. Let us not therefore judge one another any more: but judge this rather, that no man put a stumblingblock or an occasion to fall in his brother's way.

Although I was very, very angry at the time to the assumptions his parents made about me, I have learned that a person can change and that forgiveness is a big part of being a Christian. I forgive them for judging me but a part of me will never truely understand it.