"He Rose!"

Don't spend the day thankful for your elegant Easter outfit or overflowing Easter baskets.  Rather spend the rest of your life thanking GOD for His sacrifice.

I am sure the day I finally accepted the awful truth about my mother it was the worse day of my life.   She finally landed the crushing blow.  She finally mistreated me one too many times.

For what ever reason the LORD Jesus Christ finally opened my eyes, opened my dull understanding.  I was indeed crushed.  I had suffered miserably  for nearly sixty years.  Why? Was I as dumb as she alleged?

I know now that GOD was shaping and preparing me.  Breaking me to re-make me. GOD was purging me of all the filth she had instilled in me.  Thank You LORD!

She is indeed a woman too demonic to recognize.  Her deeds are too foul to repeat.  She doesn't look like a demon her defenders claim.  Well, what is a demon supposed to look like?  Should she wear a red cape complete with satan's horns and a pitchfork?

What did the fallen angel Lucifer look like?  I understand that he was beautiful.

I am humbled by the Goodness of GOD.  I sit here in awe and amazement reflecting over His divine protection.  I thank GOD for my beautiful wonderful life.  For a daughter that is priceless, kind, brilliant and talented.  A young lady that surely saved my life.  A child that had patience with me and nurtured me through my pain.  She never rejected me when I was raging with anger and cast down with grief.

"He rose!" The LORD Jesus Christ rose in my heart, picked me up, lifted me from the muck and the mire.

I have been shunned by many.  Shunned by people that I truly thought loved me.  I am cast aside by my entire family.  I forgive them.  They are not ready.  They can not handle the truth.

"He rose!"  Rose from the dead when this world thought it had defeated Him.  Pontius Pilot washed his hands but he could not clean his heart.

I know that I have suffered.  No little girl should suffer excruciating pain in her vagina due to the sick conniving cruelty of her mother.  But her family should not ignore her and pretend that she is lying or should just forget it.  The culprit that did it should not lie and curse her.  She should not say; "That happened along time ago...I can't do nuttin' about it...so just forgit it!"

The family of men that have been beaten down and robbed of their manhood by this witch should not continue to nurse on her cold foul dried up "breasts".  They should pray.  Pray for GOD to rise in their hearts.  They should pray and fast to finally see the light.

They should get on their knees and ask GOD for wisdom and understanding, to "unblind" their eyes and unstop their deaf ears.  They should pray that GOD would purge them of all the ignorance this wicked woman has instilled in them.

Dear LORD I pray that you might heal my family.  Bless each and every one.  Bring them to your Glory.  Ignite right in them.  Let the wisdom and courage Jerome Walters planted in them arise.  Dear LORD bring them humbly to your Cross.

Stay in His WORD children.  Remember;"Apart from Christ we 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)