"I Will Not Die In Your Storm"

I limped into the Potter's House in Covington, Georgia, Sunday, October 31, 2010. The saints of that little Apostolic church could not know that my heart had stopped bleeding years ago and was now down to oozing puss. Hurt, layed low, pulverized I still managed a shrill scream; "You will not defeat me devil! SAVE ME JESUS!!!"

She took everything. My Jesus is the only thing that I have ever had that she didn't want. She!? My mother, Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoreaux. I must publish her whole name because the world deserves to know my story. Anonymity diminishes my story.

Oh yes, we all have a story, a unique story. Most stories are very ordinary and not worth repeating. Not my story, my life story is Biblical prophesy come to fruition. My testimony will save millions. It will heal, reconcile, it will correct.
My life is a praise song, it is a testament to the Goodness of Our Almighty God. It is a message to a dying world.
I do know that the Lord visited Rev. Sammy Williams' spirit and laid my burden on his heart. I am sure some may have questioned his "strange" sermon. "I Will Not Die In Your Storm". How could he know that was my issue? Hurt and laid low I have dragged myself from church to church. I have searched the scripture for years trying to understand "my life", my plight.
When Jonah's sin wrought a great tempest he admitted that it was his fault ;"And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you; for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you." (Jonah 1:12)

King David caused the death of Uriah and thousands upon thousands just to satisfy his lust. Jonah and David repented and God forgave them their sin. Why can't you do that Martha? You are exposed. Your stubborn incorrigible low character took you as far as it could. You are too old and infirm to tie people up and beat them. No one is going to get close enough to you to get shot or stabbed. And your "roots" are not working. Your Devil is failing you, he has forsaken you. There you stand all by yourself, guilty as sin. Doster your main perverted follower is long since dead. Your other fellow miscreants are either dead or crazy with Alzheimer's. What say you Martha? You're so smart. What is your answer?
Did you willfully and maliciously throw away a pair of beautiful second hand sandals that cousin *I*** gave me? Why did you do that Mathy? They were used. Was the opportunity to inflict pain upon that little dirty bastard too hard to pass up?
Did you and that thang you married use that little girl as a sex toy? Why did you do that Mathy Jane? Were you really that horny? Was total ruin and annihilation lurking in the back of your mind? Did that satisfy you?
Why were you always running to "root workers" all over North and South Carolina? You are a "root worker". Were you trying to double and triple your "power"?
Have you secretly hated your father, Jerome Walters, all these years?
Why do you hate him? Do you hate him for being right?
"Oh here we go! I know ; 'Mathy Jane apart from Christ you are nothing.' You don't know everything. What does a dumb ass black nigga farmer know?"
Jerome Walters told you that time changes all things. He didn't lie. Pick up His Book, every Word indicts you. You are indicted Mathy Jane. You are standing in the judgment stammering, trying to think of one of your best lies. You can't cuss out Jesus. Would you dare? Is the Lord lying? You can smear Gwen with your lies and the easily deceived will continue to believe you. Why, the foolish will follow you to the depths of a fiery hell and will never catch on. Billions followed Hitler and still love him to this day.
Don't you ever say that God never gave you a chance. Do not say that the good Lord did not give you a good father, good looks, great health, and a brilliant mind. God even gave you a long life.
Look at you still standing, still jabbering some nonsense trying to plead your pitiful lost case.
I will tell you Mathy what Jesus is going to tell you; "I never knew you!"
Pray for me children as I continue to heal. Do know that the Lord is sweeping up the pieces, he is knitting me back together and my tears of pain are slowly turning into tears of joy.
You don't have any homework today children. Just read this Poor Man's Prayer:
"Body bent, knee bowed, standing befo' you Lawd, as an empty pitcher before a full fountain, desiring to be filled wid' yo' goodness. You have been with me from the earliest rocking of my cradle up until this present moment. You know our hearts Our Father. And all de range of our deceitful minds and if you find anything like sin lurking in and around our hearts'. Ah ast you my Father, and my wonder workin' God to pluck it out. And cast it into de sea of forgetfulness, where it will never rise to harm us in dis world nor condemn us in de judgment. You heard me when Ah laid at hell's dark door with no weapon in my hand and no God in my heart. And cried for three long days and nights. You heard me Lawd, and stooped low and snatched me from the hell of eternal death and destruction. You established my feet on de rock of salvation. And yo' voice was heard in rumblin' judgment. I thank Thee that my last night's sleepin' couch was not my windin' sheet. Speak to de sinner man and bless'im. Touch all those who have been down to de doors of degradation. Ketch de man dat's layin' in danger of consumin' fire. And Lawd, when Ah kin pray no mo', When ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow. Look on me, yo' weak servant who feels de least of all, Point my soul a restin' place where Ah kin set down and praise yo' name forever is my prayer for Jesus' sake.
Amen and thank God."
If there be any mercy Lord help me find a co-signer for my pain. Lift them up Lord. Strengthen the scoffer, the unbeliever. Help us Lord. Help those that have become accursed, those that forgot your promise, remind them Lord that your Way is the Only Way.
In Christ's Holy Name I pray.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up as much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
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"I Will Not Die In Your Storm"