So excited!

Please listen to the song I posted "Somewhere to lay my head" by the Highway QC's.  That was one of my grandfather's favorite gospel records.  He had a .45 (rpm) record that he played on  a little box shaped record player in his little quaint, sparse living room in his house (totally debt free, no mortgage) sitting on his sixty-five acres of land in Wade, North Carolina, Route #1, Box #1, Godwin, North Carolina.

Listening to that song brings back so many good memories, good smells, brilliant life lessons and tremendous pride.  I am the direct offspring of a great man.  A very wise and wonderful man.  I want the world to know it.  I strut like a peacock, crow like a batam rooster.  I am proud, excited as we approach the 118 birthday anniversary of the birth of a great Patriarch. (July 12, 1894)

My grandfather was a good father, a great grandfather.  He was the epitome of what every man should be.  You told me how he sucked the mucus out of your nostrils when you were an infant.  Sucked the mucus out with his mouth because he did not have an aspirator.  Now, that's love.  He never, not one time , told you I told you so, as you made tragic mistake after tragic mistake , year after year.  He had to tire of you because I know I did.  He loved you.  No, matter what you did.  No matter what sick selfish trick you pulled, he loved you anyway.  Perhaps that is why I held on so long.

It was my grandfather that advised me to love you, to always help you.  Maybe he was blind.  Maybe he held on to hope too long.  You tried to murder him when  you were sixteen, but he held on.  You tricked him out of his hard earned tobacco farming money year after year.  An occupation you foolishly disdained.

When I listen to that song I see that good man, tall and regal,  gentle and kind.  Unfortunately he was plagued by the same demon that still menaces and holds my entire family hostage.  I can only do what my grandfather always did, pray for them, pray for you.  He read and studied his Bible.   He knew better than to fear a demon.  "Though he slay me, yet shall I serve the LORD."

I figured you out demon.  I haven't heard from you since.  True, you are perverted, but it was never sexual pleasure that you wanted.  You demanded my joy. (Our joy) Why? Because you have none.  You have things, but you are void of joy.  You can't have any joy because you don't have Jesus.  You can't have Jesus because Jesus will not dwell in an unclean spirit.  Your spirit is worse than unclean, you are tormented by that demon you invited to dwell in you.  I will not be intimidated by you and your kind.

You are double minded, twisted, confused, deaf and blind.  But, more than anything you are afraid.  You suffer from tremendous fear that you insist that I share in.  I will not!  You are nothing to fear.  You have no power.  You have no love to give me.  You have no wisdom to share.  I do feel sorry for you and I pray for you.  You caustically lacerated me with "Yo' prayers don't go pass yo' head!"  How would you know?  Where do your prayers go?  GOD is not fooled by your fine robe or your sermons that you found on the Internet or Rev. Robinson's prayer that you memorized.

Woman you sure made me suffer.   But, you went too far.  You went for the over kill.  Why couldn't you stop?  Who ever heard of an 86 year old demon pretending to be a preacher?  Hating me because I knew your truth.  Hating me for managing to find some joy in life despite you.  Turn that sick hatred on yourself and rid yourself of that awful demon that plagues you and always has.

Call me names, throw your fiery darts.  You will not win.  You commented on the smile on my grandfather's face as he lay dead in his casket .  He did look content.  He was suffering, forced to live out his life with your demonic psychotic a**.  He only had one leg and he was feeble.  Yes, he was glad to go.  But one thing about it,  he had somewhere to lay his head.  You, don't.  You are hell bound.  No,  you are already in hell.   I refuse to remain in the hell you created for me.  I don't like you that much.  I no longer fear you.  Your goofer dust is not working.  People that hate and revile me on your account don't mean much to me anyway.

You can't have my joy devil.  Yes I'm black.  But, I'm black and beautiful.  Yea, I am a bastard, but I am  not an "illegitimate" child.  I am a child of GOD with illegitimate parents,.  You did successfully snatch a lot of dreams from me but evidently GOD had another purpose for my life.

You robbed your entire family of joy and happiness.   You ruined, maimed and destroyed.  But, what did you get?  You are still not happy.  You will never be happy until you gain the strength and courage to accept GOD's Truth.

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

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