every sick whore on this earth. Sin is sickness. You don't feel good, you can't. You are doubled over in pain, shame and grief. You can't pick your head.
I pray for every one bound up in sick sin, doing anything for money. Degrading themselves, performing sick demonic acts for a few dollars. No amount of money is enough!
My poor mother spread five twenty dollar bills under my nose when I was fourteen and sneered; "Gwen! Know how I got dis hunnard dollars?...sold some p*****!"
I am sure the look in my eyes let her know that I wasn't impressed. That was not the route I intended to take. I was a ravenous reader with a genius IQ. Selling my body to get money or to get ahead never crossed my mind.
Sometimes she would tell me that I was beautiful. "Gal you got a shape on you! You make a bulldog hug a hound!" We laughed.
She kept telling me that I was sitting on a gold mine. I kept going to the library and making good grades.
Dear LORD thank you for delivering me from that path. Thank you for delivering me from that woman.
Dear LORD deliver her from herself.
Deliver her from the unnecessary pain and anguish she has suffered for 88 years. This is my prayer in Jesus' Mighty Anointed name.
"And It is Done!" PTL!
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