He's got this picky little way of wanting me to love Him most of all and to love others as myself. Well that's a tall order if you ask me. I'm glad He gave me the Holy Spirit to nudge and help me do so, because I personally balk at the thought about loving others at times, but the Holy Spirit can push through for me. I don't have to look at my atheist professor step-son with disgust and disown him for not being a believer and raising the grandchildren that way as well. He knows what he knows and I know what I know. God knows both of us. It's just that not all know God. I 'share' with him and his family what God has done for me, and he 'tells' me why he is happy with his lack of faith. He has nothing to share.