Praise The LORD!

I'm setting here in my fine home, in my office, on my computer, just as happy and blessed as a person can be.  My beautiful daughter is down stairs writing another screen play.  Praise the LORD! Hallelujah!

Dear LORD I am humbled by your goodness and mercy.  To quote my brother; "I'm due to be dead."  The Dear LORD rescued me, delivered me from one of the greatest diabolical minds ever known to mankind.

Can you imagine being a little girl listening to your mother bragging about how many "luddle black nuthaf******" she flushed down the toilet?  The implication being you should be glad that she had mercy on you and let you live.  Even if you were too black and your nose was too "niggerish" or your hair wasn't straight enough.

What if you grew up watching brutal beatings and stabbings?  What if you had to listen so some crazy psychotic woman braying and hollering foul vulgar cursing at the top of her lungs all day until sleep over took her?

Fear!  Fear and feigned Christianity was all she gave us.  No she wasn't a raving maniac all of the time.  She managed to keep a job, retired from the Civil Service.  Worked part time jobs as a sales clerk.  Some how manged to acquire a license to preach.

A psychotic violent MURDERING fool just the same.  Why my relatives uphold her and pretend they don't know, I don't know.  I guess it's the shame, habit or deep denial.  You can be so beaten down by a vicious tyrant that you give up.  There is no point in escape.

What's the point?  You are already ruined psychologically.  You are fragile and can't live in the real world.  Just stay with this b**** and wait for her to die.  After all how long can it be?

Plus who has the courage to face this truth?  Your mother is a nasty psychotic pedophile?  A MURDERING sociopath!  A hovering interfering dream destroying nymphomaniac freak!

"GOD don't put no mo' on you than you can bear."  So they said.  No one ever helped us.  They all just walked away shaking their heads and offering their prayers.  Some laughing, glad that it wasn't them.

No I don't have to live with her.  Her long arm of treachery and abuse can no longer reach me.  I can't help but be jubilant, over joyed, praising the LORD.

I pray to GOD that no other family has such a "mother" or knows such a person.  I do believe GOD is patiently waiting for her to confess, to repent, to give her life to Him.

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 X (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)