The Devil Is A Liar!

PTL! Dear Lord thank you for your blessings. Thank you for your tender mercies. Thank you for your Holy Spirit. Thank You for my anointing. Thank you for divine intervention. Thank you for Jerome Walters! Thank you for your WORD! Thank you for the TRUTH!

It was a pattern. Most of the time she appeared sane, seemed to be a very good person. We went to church every Sunday. Most of the time she was pretty good or at least normal. But there were times that she was a demonic fool. Hostile, angry and violent. We knew that she suffered from bouts of extreme depression, extreme jealousy.
We accepted it in stride. She was our lot in life, she was the hand that we were dealt. Play the hand you're dealt. Just play the best you can, play to win.

An habitually negative person it was hard for her to accept many of the blessings God sent her way. I learned to ignore her. My mother, a woman that I rarely trusted, a woman that I wanted desperately to love me.

I tried to make her proud and only succeeded in making her jealous.

An ignorant nigger, a crab in a barrel. I fully understood her mentality. You know the kind; "Don't out do me! Don't rise higher than your assigned station in life. You're black, you're a bastard and you are ruined. You are worthless, no one loves you or will ever love you. You think too highly of yourself. Just live till you die. Don't you ever dream and most of all don't you ever tell. No one is going to believe you. It ain't gon do no good. It ain't gon change nothing. I've told everyone that you are a nut, you're weird and you talk too much. I told everyone that you lie and make up shit. God loves me because I'm a preacher. Yea, I sin sometimes but so does everyone, God know what I need. Plus, you didn't see me do it. You didn't catch me."

I am ashamed that no one has been brave enough or smart enough to stop her.

Thank you Lord. I don't have to be ashamed because I am blessed. I was identified, I was selected, I was set apart for such a time as this. I thank God.

I will not shut up! I will tell! I will bring healing. I will broadcast His message. I will shout and say hallelujah. I am willing to be laughed at, ridiculed, talked about for His sake. What is my pain and affliction compared to His?

Little girls, little wounded girls, know that you are loved. Know that you are somebody.

Get Up! Get Out! Tell the world that you have a Father that loves you, that will protect you.

Serve him. Serve Him with a PURE heart.

Know ye the TRUTH and the the TRUTH will set you FREE!

She kept us in fear. We knew not to confront her. "Just don't say nothing. Forgive her, let it go. Tread lightly, be careful, be wise. DON'T TELL!!! Keep her secrets! Remain loyal, don't embarrass the family. Pretend! Just pretend! Go along to get along. God will fix it."

Well, He fixed it.

Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

P.S.
Dear Lord thank you for my testimony.