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Mother's day

Oh... I had a lovely Mother's Day!  Thank you for asking!
(I just assume that's the question on everyone's mind...)
Actually... it was pretty good.  We had a last minute change in plans and went over to my Granny's house and enjoyed some Joe's pizza with my father and mother -in-law... I love me some Joe's, for real.
The not-so-great part... Z is teething up a storm.  Apparently the eye teeth are horrible to cut.  She has turned into a fussy, needy little thing. 
I had kind of a realization yesterday.  I think a few members of my family are almost scared to talk to me.  I can only assume that it's because I'm married to a pastor and I have talked openly about being saved.  It's almost like they are afraid of me bashing their Atheist-ness or trying to get them to believe the Bible.
Here's the thing...
I try very hard not to be a "in your face, believe what I believe or you're burning in the big fire" Christian.  The Bible says a lot, but I'm pretty sure that it doesn't have "hate  do not tolerate your neighbor if they don't share your beliefs" written anywhere.  (I could be mistaken, though... I haven't read the entire thing cover to cover.)
People are going to form their own opinions.  God created us with free will to make our own decisions.  Some people aren't going to believe God exists.  Do I understand it? Nope.  Do I need to understand it? Nope. Do I treat those people any differently or love them any less? Also nope.
We form our opinions and beliefs based on our life experiences and what makes sense to us.  Just because someone is Christian, don't automatically assume that they believe anything they read, or are going to judge everything that exists outside their own belief system. 
Sometimes people might surprise you...

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