"Good Morning!"

When you greet people with the phrase "Good Morning!" you are in fact blessing them.  You are wishing or willing them to have a good morning.  Yes,you can use the power of positive thought to "will" or "wish" others to have a good day.

There is power in the "tongue".  GOD's WORD teaches us that.  All traditional greetings, admonitions, and comments influence the lives of others.  Your "curses", negative opinions, insults and disparaging remarks  can have an impact.  If for no other reason than the sting of that  secret hatred and jealousy can be felt.  GOD gave us a sixth sense.  If you tune in carefully you can quickly discern all demons.

Perhaps I am unusual, overly sensitive and perceptive.  Some may call it a "gift", some a "curse".  They tell me that my grandmother Rachel had the gift of clairvoyance.  GOD revealed things to her.

My mother told me that she was a little girl standing in the kitchen with her mother.  Suddenly a large white spider was hanging by the thin thread he spun plunge suddenly from the top of the door to the floor then disappear.  Her mother stood staring, then declared; " A white man gon' come heah.  He coming heah to tell us dat somebody ded."

Sure enough, not long after, a white man in a black suit appeared at that very door to deliver the message that one of my grandfather's brothers was found dead.

My grandmother knew the exact moment her seventeen year old son was murdered and died in his father's arms.  Again my mother was a witness, sitting on the front porch with her mother.  They watched in awe as a light, a small star,  emanating from the road traveled slowly up the dirt winding road.  It had to travel for at least a mile, growing brighter and larger as it inched slowly toward them.  My mother's thirteen year old comment was; "Somebody coming up heah ain't got but one headlight."

The "light" came clear up to them on the porch then burst light a sparkler on the 4th of July.  At that very moment my grandmother Rachel hung her head and waled a mournful cry; "Man son is dead."

How could she know that was the precise moment her son lay dying in his father's arms?  Mr. Jerry McClean was rushing them to Fayetteville, to the nearest hospital that would accept "colored".  It was too late.  Bruce Jacobs' bullet had caught him in the aorta.  He bleed to death with his father clutching him and praying.

What is my point? Why do I reveal so much of my life on this blog?  Because you need to know.  You need to know that we serve a Living and Loving GOD.  GOD sent everyone of us to this planet for a purpose.  He told us that we have to repent of our sins.  That we have to Love Him and Trust Him.

You can't stop GOD.  You can't interfer with His plans.  GOD is going to have His way.  Since the first awareness of myself as an individual I have been compelled to write.  I announced to my mother at age eight that I was going to be an author.  That I just wanted to be a "book writer".  She told me no.  She told me that I wasn't S***!

For sixty-one years she has put stumbling blocks in my path.  From awful sick sexual molestation, exploitation, lies, curses and vulgar "cussings" and "root working".  No I have never been her only target.  I'm just the only survivor willing to stand up to her, willing to call her out.  She pretends that she hates me for "lying" on her.  The fact is she hates me for telling the Gospel truth on her.  She hates me for being prettier, smarter, having higher morals, for earning a college degree.

Anyone that looks carefully, that listens will soon detect her deep hatred and loathsome envy.  Within five minutes of talking to her you will soon tire of her bragging and boasting.  The fact is Martha is a woman in love with herself demanding that you see what she sees.  Demanding that you honor and celebrate her color and hair.  Praise her brilliant schemes.  To declare that you want to be like her is the compliment that she craves.

GOD blessed me to see through her from birth.  To be repulsed by her touch.  She did scare me.  I must admit that she had me absolutely terrorized until 2009.  GOD took that fear away when I prayed and asked Him.

PRAISE THE LORD!

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

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