What a great getting up morning!

I got up this morning praising GOD, thanking Him for His many blessings.  For rescuing me, for delivering me  , for setting me Free!  No, I will never stop talking about her, I will never forget.  My story, my testimony is one worth telling.  My life is rooted and grounded in the Holy Ghost!  Every day of my life the LORD Jesus Christ has led me, protected me, warned me and kept me safe.  GOD has blessed me beyond measure and given me supernatural understanding.

If you have ever doubted GOD, if you are inclined to cling to your own understanding, read this blog.  GOD swooped down from heaven plucked me from the clutches of the greatest demon that ever lived.  Martha Jane Walters is truly a menace to society, an evil black troll, a sneaky lying whore.  There is no good in her.

"If it had not been for the LORD on my side, where would I be?"  As a society we don't expect evil demons to plant themselves in the church in order to carry out their diabolical plans.  We don't expect evil doers to quote scripture and expound upon the Bible.  We foolishly assume that people are what they say they are.

I came to tell you, Not So!  I came to tell you to put on the whole armor of GOD, seek His face, study His WORD.  I am delighted this morning to tell you where He brought me from.

Many sick episodes still stand out in my mind.  When I say many, I mean many, countless.  I share them so  you can one day grasp this mystifying evil.  We traveled to Miami, Florida to visit my new stepfather's family.  I was five.  My new found aunt fell instantly in love with me, declared that I was a beautiful child and asked my mother if I could be the little flower girl in her wedding.  She declined politely to my new aunt to be and we drove off. Just as soon as we were out of sight she went postal!  My mother started cursing, spewing every kind of profanity she could think of.  She was outraged by the invitation.  "I ain't got no muthaf****** Money!!!!Who duh f*** she think she is!  S***! I can barely take care of mysef! I ain't got no money to spend on no luddle black bastard! S***! She too f****** black anyway!"  On and on, for days, for weeks, for years.

I learned early to humble myself in her presence.  I could NOT be prettier, smarter.  I could not be anything but her dirty dishrag, a servant, a quarry slave.  I went along with her game.  I actually looked forward to it.  Around other people she loved me, loved us.  She would declare to others; "I jest love my churin! I love me some *Sam and Gwen!"

Did I know she was lying? No, because I was full of hope that my mother would love me one day.  I perfected ever talent I had attempting to win her love. I won honors for my art, handwriting.  I was an "A" student.  I memorized the entire Girl Scout Handbook in less than a week.  I earned ever badge in the book.

Something was wrong.  I couldn't make "Mother" happy.  She screamed filthy foul low gutter vulgarity at me every day.  She beat me, beat us viciously.  She was mad.  Our black a** daddies were no good.  They left her.  We were nothing but "crumb snatchers", burdens, something she had to feed and take care of.  The color of our skin embarrassed her.  "Hi cud a high yalla woman lak me have so many black a** n***** younguns?"

I didn't know that I was in competition with her?  I didn't know I was being set up for failure.  The rhetoric didn't fit.  She said I  talked too much.  That my mouth ran like goose s*** by the moon light.  Oh yea, we got hugs and kisses, compliments and honor in front of people.  We were cherished when she had a witness. But, we caught hell and sadistic torture when out of the ear shot and eyesight of Jerome Walters.

I must admit that the rebuke and shunning I have experienced from my own family did hurt me tremendously at first.  It hurt for a long time actually.  "They don't believe me!  They don't care!"  Then it occurred to me.  You are the one that GOD set free.  You are the one that GOD anointed.  If they want to live out their days continuously tortured and mystified by this awful demon that's on them.  That is their choice.  If they choose her evil cunning over GOD's Truth, it is their choice.  Those that choose to live in denial may.  "As for me an my house, we will serve the LORD!"

I am prancing and dancing this morning, delivered and set free! Dear LORD I thank you for the Holy Ghost!  I thank you for Jerome Walters! I thank you for my story, my testimony.  I thank you for your prophetic Truth!

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)