-on Friday night. My brother had come home for Thanksgiving, and some of you know he is a theology major. We went out to a friend's house for dinner and worship, and in the middle of night, my brother looked at me and said he was sorry for being so hard on me the past few years about my relationship with God. He had done it out of love, but he knew it had been more cruel than kind to me. And he was sorry. And I started to cry. Sob. And dang it, it makes me tear up to think about it. All I could say for five minutes was thank you. And God is good for doing me this little kindness. :side:

YAY

Agreed. And then I read Romans chapter 14 and couldn't help but think of my brother. O.o

In what manner was he hard on you and over what issues? Dante

Every time I had an idea, he'd put it down saying I was wrong for this, this, and this reason. If I showed interest in something he didn't like, he'd go, "Really Kellie? Why would you think that? That's stupid." And so on. And also on the fact I'd write G-d, instead of God, and on reading the Bible more.

I'm so happy you and your brother are getting along better know :)

So am I. He's still the know it all he's always been, but he's figuring out correcting and arguing with people everytime they say something he disagrees with isn't always the best idea :P