The lord works in mysterious ways.

I never understood how awsome he is untill recently.

For about 10 years the only comfort that God was to
my family was someone to blame when something went wrong.

It wasnt untill 2 years ago that I came to grips with the truth.
After my father passed away when I was 9 years old my mother
was left to raise me and my two sisters on her own.

We never really talked about death, not even to get over mourning.

After my father passed away the family went silent for over 10 years.
Through my teen years I claimed to be a christian on blind faith just
as a form of rebellion against my mother. Never actually aware that
the Lord is real.

I put up a good show at home and at church.
The talk of God often drove her to kick me out of the house but she
would aways pull through and let me back home on the condition
that I never talked about it. She never knew what she had. Even
though her husband was gone she still had her family and a safe
place to stay.

We were a middle class family didnt have alot of money but we got
by and lived in comfort. It wasnt untill recently we had the death of
my Grandfather from my fathers side of the family (saved).

It was then that something made sense to me, it took the death of
someone to make me realize that there is actually a God.

I started reading the bible, and talking with people about it. For the
first time really getting into it. I had more proof of his exsistance
then I thought possible. I thought it was all done on blind faith.

That is when I was truely born to christ. But his death had an opposite
effect on my mother. I wanted to tell her the truth but I knew she
wouldnt listen and kick me out again so I bit my tonge. My mother knew I was a christian but if I were to openly admit it, it would cause problems.

I asked my friends and they said to pray for her, which I did but didnt
see how it would do much good.

These people were telling me to pray for her when I knew full and well
that god would never interfear with her own free will. I prayed in hopes
that there was still something that could be said. Something that would
happen that would bring me out of hiding. Well the lord worked in an
unexpected way.

My other grandfather on my mothers side of the family was deathly ill
(unbeliever).

No more then 3 days to live, the cancer was too spread out to do
anything for him. So my mother flew up to see him. I was thinking I might as well pack up my bags and get ready to move because I knew I couldnt bare to hear her say all those bad things about god. On the second day the doctors gave him some treatment hopeing to buy him at least a couple more days.

Then on the third day my mother called to say the cancer is gone. The
doctors had no explanation, the treatement was just to slow it down
and had no way of actually killing the cancer.

No explanation other then God. Two birds with one stone, my religion
is aloud in my mothers house, and my grandfather lives. Although my
grandfather is still a believer in evolution my mother is not.