"SAVE ME GEEEEEEEEEEEEZUZ!"

"HELP ME HOLY GHOOOOSSSSTTTTTTTTTTT!!! HAVE MEEERRRCCCYYYYYYYYYYY FATHER! PRAISE THE LAWD! PRAISE THE LAWD!!!"

That was me, that was my cry at eight years old.  Why?   Because somebody thought they could turn a 'ho into a housewife.   Somebody thought praying for her would help her, would change her.  They didn't know they had a tiger by the tail.  No one would dare utter the "d" word.  (Demon)  I know for a fact that is all she is and (probably) all she will ever be.  Somebody didn't read their Bible carefully.  Some ignorant preacher told them there was no such thing as demons or devils.  Somebody skipped over the part where Jesus told us to look at their fruit.

What is my point? You can be ignorant and ignore GOD's admonishment if you want to.  You can lie, deny and hide wrong doing for a "loved one" if you want to.  You can pretend all her fake praying and preaching is for real if you want to.  You are going to pay a high price.  You will be miserable.  You will suffer!  And that demon you successfully hid for eighty-six years will never care.  She will never miss a wink of sleep.

People there are "people" on this earth that live for one purpose only, to hurt you, to destroy you.  They are reprobates who only desire to lead you into captivity.  They are low common cheaters. They want to get you early.  They take advantage of you as infants.  Why would any woman beat a baby for crying?  Beat a toddler severely in the presence of her children?

The slave masters would have public floggings to insure obedience from his slaves.  My "mother" did the same thing.  It had the same affect.  Her cardinal rule; "Don'cha muthaf********* n****** tell'ah muthaf******** thang dat go on in dis house!"  That was her mantra, that was her creed and that was what we lived by.

I know now that I gave my life to Christ at eight years old.  GOD saved me from that beating and many more.  My getting the Holy Ghost would tickle her, make her laugh.  I caught on immediately; "This Jesus guy is alright!"

"Now to lay me down to sleep I pray the LORD my soul to keep.  If I should die before I wake, I pray the LORD my soul to take."  My granddaddy taught me that.  Every night before I snuggled under my grandmother's homemade quilts in that big iron bed, I got on my knees beside my grandfather repeating that beautiful prayer.

It was a nightly ritual.  Granddaddy would go to the pump and pump a bucket of fresh cool water, pour it in a wrought iron kettle, heat it and pour it in a tin foot tub.  When he got the temperature just right we were instructed to put our feet in.   My granddaddy scrubbed our dirty little brown feet with his homemade lye soap.  Then dried them with a rag that was a "rag".  Usually some salvaged cornmeal or flour sack.

What you do for GOD will last.  My grandfather was never anything but kind to us.  He never hit us once.  He never hollered at us or cursed us in any way.  He taught us by example.  Always up with the chickens we followed him around like two little "beddies" watching him.

He gathered the eggs from his chicken coop, fed the hogs.  I remember the hogs in particular because he feed them what he called "slop".  He saved potato peelings, discarded vegetables, table scraps, even dishwater and mixed it with "hog feed".  I would watch him pour it in the trough.  He would holler "Sue-weeee" and the hogs and little piglets would come running.

His hog pen was what I considered to be a long walk from the house.  It was down wind.  His hog pen was shaded by a huge pecan tree.  The hog pen was divided into sections.  One section was reserved for the "bo' hog" (boar).  When the sow had her piglets he was sure to secure that "bo'hog" away  from the little piglets.   He explained that the "bo'hog" would sometimes eat the little pink piglets.  He also told me that on rare occasions the sow would do the same thing.

I am one of those rare occasions.  Some "mothers" don't recognize or have any natural or maternal feelings for her offspring.  My grandfather made intercession for his piglets and GOD made intercession for us.

Dear Heavenly Father I thank You.  I thank You for Your tender Mercy.  I thank You for Your Grace.   Bring her into Your Kingdom LORD if it be Thy will.

No LORD she is not dumb.  Perhaps she is too smart, too clever.  She had sense enough to hide behind your WORD.  If it be possible LORD touch her, pierce her heart with a finger of Love is my prayer in Jesus' name.  In the mighty name of Jesus Christ I pray for her sick soul.

Dear LORD I pray for the ones still hiding her, still fearing her.  Release them from her curse LORD!  Free them from that awful succubus.  Take their shame LORD.  Let them know that they have nothing to be ashamed of.  Let them know that Jerome Walters left them a mighty legacy and that all they have to do is claim it.

Stay in His WORD children.  Study your Bible.  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you on Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch , JEROME WALTERS)