I'm not bragging ...

I'm proclaiming!  I am proclaiming the merciful goodness of an Almighty, All Knowing, All Seeing GOD!

She tried to convince me that I was dumb, the world's biggest dummy.  We all were dumb according to her. The world was full of absolute dummies, chumps that she alone had the right to pick.  Pick clean, pick clean of their money, morality, self-esteem and any hint of happiness and joy.

Any thing we ever got right, any honor or recognition was due to her sacrifice.  If she hadn't married that charcoal black n**** we "wudden'ave gon to dem good schools wid dem white churen and ended up so smart".

Our good looks was due to her good genes.  Our "good hair" and intelligence.  Our popularity in school was because she let us drive her brand new Cadillac to E.E.Smith Sr. High school.  She worked at the college, was the secretary to the dean of students. "Dr. Rudolph Jones hired me because I wuz yalla!...I nevah did learn no short hand..he-he-he!"

Maybe I was as dumb as she said.  My IQ measured 149 in the fourth grade.  She didn't know what it meant until we registered at Washington Drive Junior High school and Mrs. Uzell started screaming Genius-ES!...Both of them!

They put us in the "Gifted Classes".  She pretended to be proud.  XXX was selected for Governor's honors. Mrs. Uzell explained that this was a very prestigious honor.  She refused to let him go.  "Dey might mess wid him."

Dumb? Young? Naive? Terrorized? Intimidated? Perhaps just clueless.  I was nineteen.  My mother let me keep her boyfriend's car while he was overseas.  It was a 1965 Mercury Montego.

"Mother! there is something wrong with my brakes...when I press on them they go all the way down to the floor and the car slides to a stop."

"Just pump'um." was her reply.  She knew that I needed brakes.  She knew that I was a tragedy about to happen.  I drove around for months, pumping and sliding into cars.  Sure enough I was driving in a torrential rain one day, tried to pump the brakes fast enough to stop at the light on a four lane street.  I lost control of the car.  It went spinning across the median.  A huge eighteen wheeler was barrelling down on me and I closed my eyes and prayed.  The car kept spinning and finally landed on the median.  The eighteen wheeler whizzed by barely and inch from my car.  I said ;"Thank you Jesus!"

GOD saved me.  Rescued me again.  I am sure that there are countless times He rescued me from something that "woman" did.  The fact that she only murdered my grandfather, four or five babies and stabbed only one woman is a miracle.  I am sure she plotted our deaths often.  There was a time we all suffered "ptomaine" poisoning.  We all had to go to the emergency room.  "I didn't eat none of dat bar-be-que!"; she bragged.

The poor woman is a fool.  She can't be helped.  She will not repent and she can not be shamed.  The poor woman lives in her own world of lies and deceit.  She is brilliant and perfect in her world.  You are nothing in her world, just fodder for her ravenous narcissistic appetite.

No she will never be wrong and you will never be right.  That's pride.  That is the pride GOD warned us about.  That is the pride found in the book of Proverbs.  "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.  (Proverbs 16:18)

The poor woman has a Jezebel spirit.  "Notwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which called herself a prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols.  And I gave her space to repent of her fornication; and she repented not.  Behold I will cast her into a bed, and them that commit adultery with her into great tribulation, except they repent of their deeds." (Revelation 2: 20-22)

My LORD, MY LORD!  Thank you for having mercy on me.  Thank you for delivering me!  Deliver my brothers LORD!  Deliver my whole family.  In the Mighty name of Jesus I pray.

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