No she wasn't evil...

every single day.  (So I thought.)  She had these periodic bouts of insanity.  (So I thought.)  Constantly wounded and depressed I grew to adulthood anyway.  No, I never forgot the horrible sexual molestation.  No! I never intended to tell.  It was "our secret".  It was her "ugly black a** PRE-verted* a** husband!" {she deliberately mispronounces the word}

But, She sold me out! She threw me under the bus.  When she found this young fine tenderoni that she wanted, that she had to have , she went for it.  "Dat N**** Wuz messin' Wid My Dawthur!" she screamed!  This one particular incident she referred to had happened about two years prior.

She neglected to tell that she wrote her husband these very erotic pornographic love letters soaked in perfume every other day. ( He saved every one of them and brought them back home when he returned from Viet Nam.)

This is the same same woman that told me she had no intention of divorcing her husband.  Her excuse; "Got tuh git dat money honey!", and laughed.

Well she got the man of her dreams by coercing her son to testify to a lie so that she could get rid of this crow black red eyed monster immediately and marry the new man the very next day!

Well she married the man of her dreams and proceeded to treat him like a dog.  Getting treated like a dog was what we knew to expect.  Every once in a while she was going to go off, do something diabolical and reprehensible.  Just one more thing that we were forbidden to tell.

In the mean time we laughed at ourselves.  Learn to laugh or spend your life crying.  We lived for her "verbal" love and what ever crumbs that dropped from her table.  We got to ride in a brand new Cadillac.  We lived in a brick hut.  Our mother was "yalla" and had good hair.  Some of her "men" would give her a department store credit card and I would be the one selected to go on a shopping spree with her.  The gifts were usually twenty or thirty to one.  For every twenty or so gifts she bought her self she would begrudgingly give me one.

We would arrive back home with her Cadillac loaded.  Then the Queen would dictate to her "castrated" sons; "Go out dere and bring them packages in the house!"

I wondered, I searched, I read, but I could not understand.  Last night I was reading Proverbs 5.  I "re-remembered", I remembered again.  "For the lips of an immoral woman drip like honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil; But in the end she is bitter as wormwood."

That's my mother!  How did this happen you ask? Pride.  Pride, rebelliousness.  Mathy (pronounced moth-ee) Jane's pride has never let her be wrong.  You will not criticise her and think that you will get away.  She will lay for you.  She will plot on you.

Why?  She's evil!  And if you are trying to live for Christ you are going to suffer in this world.  Your enemy may not be your mother.  But, you can rest assured, some demon is going to target you if you strive to live right.   Don't worry let GOD fight your battle.  Endure hardship as a good soldier. (2 Tim 2:3)  "may the LORD give you understanding in all things."  ( 2 Tim. 2 :7b)

"The LORD knows those who are His," and, "Let everyone who names the name of Christ depart from iniquity."( 2 Tim. 2: 19b)

"Preach the word! Be ready in season and out of season. Convince, rebuke, exhort, with all longsuffering and teaching."  (2 Timothy 4:2)

I tell you I count it a privilege indeed.  I am proud to testify to the Goodness of GOD.  I am proud to share His mysteries with you.  I volunteered to share how He saved me, made intercession for me.

GOD is Good!  He will make a difference in your life.  Just trust Him and see if He won't make a difference in your life.  GOD will expose the craftiest of demons.

"I press on..."    Study, stay in His WORD.  Stay in prayer.  Never give up the right for the wrong.  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Peace engulf you, bless and keep you in perfect peace,
Rachel