Personal Issues Of The United States

I remember the day our grandmother got legal guardian ship over us; she came home and said, “I can beat the hell out of you now if I want.” She was nice until that day. After that, she would get mad and throw things at us from

When I was younger, I grew up with four grandparents who I could spend time with. As I started to grow older, my grandparents started to deteriorate. My grandmother developed Alzheimer’s, and more specifically dementia. I remember one day at my beach house when I was talking to her, she asked me who I was because she couldn’t remember. She didn’t remember her own grandson. She started to lose all her memory and she had difficulty hearing and speaking. It got to a point where there was no way of communicating with her, and we wondered if she even knew who her own family was. She went through this deterioration for upwards of 5 years, and I it got to a point where I forgot what she was like before she developed the mental disease. I would watch

Everyone here is taught lessons and may have experienced some of these in the presence of my grandmother.

Soon came the day where a huge argument over a cable bill came way, resulting in cut ties for almost two years. I went two years without seeing my grandma, someone who I once saw every single day. I would drive by her house and want to stop in and say hi, but I was scared that the grudge uncle Tim had against my dad had transferred over to me. A crazy idea as I was about 13 at the time, and had nothing to do with the argument. Still even knowing that, I did not want to see the real outcome of what were to happen if I stopped in.

My grandmother has been a very important person throughout my life. My entire childhood was spent with her, and we grew older together. Since we spent so much time with one another, it was inevitable for me to always get stuck hearing her stories about the “good ol’ days” and the stories that always started with “back in my time”. Just as any teenager would do, I tuned these stories out and replied with a laugh at the end. Looking back now, I wish that I had paid more attention to those stories that defined my grandmother and made her who she is today. Fortunately, I have been given the opportunity to go back in time with her and let her reminisce and share those stories once again while I listen full heartedly.

"But sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence," (1 Peter 3:15).

The Longest rollercoaster I have been in is the rollercoaster of the relationship between my grandmother and I. “ I feel like I have been waiting on something that isn’t going to happen” (http://boldomatic.com/view/post/A9FZeg) From the beginning of time I have hated my grandmother and most of my life I didn’t know why. Most people love their grandparents and worship them for their lovingness and general nature but for me it has always been this deep seeded hatred when it came to my grandmother. She is my grandmother from my father’s side and I am her oldest grandchild. Thus, my grandmother and I have a particular others relationship.

I had never felt that I had much of an emotional connection with my Grandmother, due to the fact that, for all of my life she was extremely reserved about her past and personal experiences. This could have been derived from her stern and conservative Scottish upbringing. She rarely conveyed acts of affection or emotion. As she aged her mental state began to worsen, gradually deteriorating. So when I was old enough to begin to question her about these things, she would answer with vague blurred answers. Don’t get me wrong, I loved and cared for her dearly and I think in her own private way she reciprocated.

At Cornerstone, we believe that discipline in a Christian’s life is first and foremost done by God out of love, compassion, and concern for his blood-bought children (Hebrews 12:6). He does this as one of the good means of transforming his children into the image and likeness of his Son so “that we may share his holiness” (12:10). How God disciplines is wide-ranging, but often it occurs through the humble and gracious concern of fellow believers (1 Corinthians 5:12-13; 2 Corinthians 2:6). We believe that this is addressed under the principles of Matthew 18:15-20, and has the benefit of protecting and sanctifying the body of Christ, both local and universal, and helping individual members to walk in a manner worthy of the gospel.

To say the least my family is full of attitude and a ton of “whatevers” fly around in our house. Sometimes they’re just accepted and we move on from it but other times we take things and totally flip the word onto someone’s head like a cold glass of water. In this case my mother embarrassed my sister so bad to the point she really doesn’t like going anywhere with my mom to this day, and this was almost four years ago at this point.

The purpose of this section, Forgiveness is a part of God's adoration for us, and demonstrates to us how we are to love others. At the point when God lets us know that affection keeps no record of wrongs, He implies we are not to run around with a pencil and pad, recording or monitoring the shortcomings of each other. Maybe, we are to search for the positive things that happen in our connections, and to confirm others. We are looking for a compromise and absolution, never strife or dissention. We ought not to run around with a contrary state of mind, yet, rather, with one that is certain, eager, and preparing to God's kin. We are not to monitor the abuses we may get from companions or our life partner. Since God adores us so much, He doesn't keep a scorecard of our wrongdoings the length of our genuinely at one of them. We don't have to reflect or prattle about the imperfections of other individuals keeping in mind the end goal to hoist ourselves. God

My relationship with my paternal grandparents was interesting to say the least. Growing up I had a warm relationship with my grandfather who passed away when I was in 5th grade. His passing was the first time I had to consciously confront death in my life and it was a difficult time for me. The relationship with my grandmother evolved over time. I was not one of the favored grandchildren growing up and that was made clear to me in both word and action. The conservative politics of my maternal family that shaped me growing us served as a triangle that caused anxiety between my grandmother and me. Additionally, my grandmother’s relationship with my father, along with her dislike of my mother, was a contributing factor. However, something shifted during my college years. My grandmother and I grew close in the last years of her life as I became more liberal minded and she began to appreciate my musical talents. Her passing from stomach cancer came as I was transitioning between community college and my first year at Wayne State University. It was a difficult time and the loss also furthered the distance between my father and me.

My grandmother had always filled my child mind with memories of her kids childhood such as how they were the four musketeers and were just like “The Brady Bunch” I always thought my grandmother was beautiful, kind, Christian woman, who loved her family more than life, but those were lies I soon figured out from my mom and aunt. My grandmother has MS(Multiple Sclerosis) a disease that has taken her ability to work and care for herself and complete everyday tasks. It has progressively gotten worse since I was around five or six so my mom and grandmother decided to have her move in with us and trust me that was like uprooting a tree, but the tree was a 90 pound all skin and bones hunched over old woman from the cramped white house she’d lived in for years. My grandmother had become an onion and with every layer you peeled back you learned more of the truth even if it hurt. I learned what my mom and aunt had gone through as kids and why my grandpa really left this woman I’ve never known.

The relationship I have with my grandmother is one of the most amusing, affectionate, and enjoyable relationships that I have ever had, and it has been this way since the very birth of me. My grandmother spent her career life working closely with people who needed her and were at a point of struggle in their lives. These efforts consisted of working at a children’s home for emotionally disturbed young boys, and teaching high school english in a program for pregnant teenage girls. She wasn’t a woman without problems, she simply decided to put her problems aside for the sake of others. I have seen her do this a thousand times just in the short 16 years I have known her, and in many instances, she was doing it for me. She was born and raised on the same farm that she lives on today, and my family lives in a house right across from her on this delightful land. She loves the beautiful creation that surrounds us, and has ingrained it in me from a young age to appreciate nature, and see beauty in what others see as just grass and sky. After reading this short description of my grandmother, she probably sounds like a very sweet old lady. She is sweet, but is not a woman you’d want to challenge or treat unfairly. My grandma has taught me to appreciate nature, stand up for myself while respecting others, and to be a good friend who knows how to comfort a troubled soul during a time of need.

I have always had an understanding that my grandmother was a difficult person. It has always seemed as though she never saw eye to eye with anyone except herself. I remember many fights that took place between her and mother, they got over it of course, or the times my family would be sitting in the seats in the church sanctuary and I would hear her piercing voice interrupting the person that was that Sunday’s speaker because she disagreed with what he had to say or what the person said was a false statement. If someone did not know anything about my grandmother, they would think that she is a batty, old, woman, but that is not my grandmother at all. My grandmother is so much more. She is so wise, and whenever I feel the need to talk to her for advice, she is not afraid