GOD can do anything ...

but fail.  So why anyone could think she was smart enough, clever enough, had enough "hoodoo" or black magic to defeat GOD is beyond my scope of understanding.

It did in fact happen.  I am a living witness, survivor and thrivevor.  The fact that her other victims don't say anything is not hard to understand.  They haven't come to yet.  They remain in a comatose state.  Perhaps it is for their own good.  If awakened too early they could hurt her.

Yes, she should repent.  Pray for her strength and courage.  I'm glad I found out that cruelty is not courage, revenge is not justice.

She is a slick one to the end.  She has my brothers convinced that "telling on her" is some type of revenge.  She has them convinced that she loves them and that she is going to leave them well off.  If she is so concerned with their well being in her after life why did she spend her whole life trying to destroy them?

Why did she wait until my brother had completely renovated his house, "the house" before she made the call to the sheriff to make sure it would be burned to the ground?  Jealousy!  She couldn't live in it.  She didn't want to live in it, but she didn't want him to have it.  He might out do her in some way.  He might end up with more money and one day buy his own Cadillac.

Why couldn't her son have a successful band?  Why couldn't he be a successful musician?  Was it because he reminded her of her infidelity?  He was the spitting image of his father.  Why hate the child?  Why couldn't you hate yourself?

Why wouldn't you let your son be a successful doctor?  You ruined him every way possible.  He too reminded you of his father, the man you hated because he refused to marry you.  Just who could marry you? Who can stand you?  You can't stand yourself.

So you (secretly) hate GOD.  You so secretly hate GOD you can't admit it to yourself.  You preach, but you don't listen.  You preach, but you lie.

We all know how much you hate that daughter.  Do you hate her because she can think?  Because she can see through you?  Did you want to be her?  Did you want her sense of morality? her anointing?  Did you want her talent?  You had the talent first!  She learned to write from you.  She got her boldness and courage as a result of your stealth cruelty and torture.

No, don't look at the calendar .  Look at the Clock!  "The hour is drawing nigh."  It is later than we all think.  Your daddy told you; "We didn't come here to stay always dawthur."