"Think on these things"

" Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. (Philippians 4:8)

There are so many good things to think about, to dwell on, while we are serving our time on this earth. Why can't we just think about the good things? Why are we often terrorized by our past?  Too often our minds get clouded, confused or distracted by the evil we witness or experience on  a daily basis.

The worse pain can come in the form of memories.  A certain smell, a particular song or driving I-20, I-95 and Highway 301 trigger terror in me.  After reliving the horror in my mind, my first question is always "Why?".  "Why did we let that lunatic control and terrorize us?"

"Were we really that cowardly?  Could we have ever been as dumb as she believed?  Did her conjure work?"

Every day I push the very thought of her down.  "Is she not the perfect demon?  Why is it that she still remains invisible to so many people?  Are they truly afraid of her?  Is she so insignificant that no one cares?  Is her incredible evil that stealth?"

People tell me to forget about her, to put her out of my mind.  How?  How do you "unring" that bell? She was traumatizing.  One unique demonic episode after another.  We have names for them, like the "Nothing but grits and grease!" episode.

I was fourteen, in the 9th grade, attending Washington Drive Junior High School in Fayetteville, North Carolina.  She was secretary to the Dean of Students at Fayetteville State Teachers College.  She looked normal.  She was driving a  big fine  automobile and we were living in a brick hut on Dwain Drive.

I will never forget her busting in the front door very early that morning demanding that one of us take our sorry black a** outside and bring that huge sack of grits and whole side of fat back into the kitchen.  She continued with a very nasty speech of how she was the only one that  kept our black  a**holes open and she didn't intend to feed us s*** but grits and grease.  And that is exactly what she did.  We had grits and fried fat back for more than 3 months.  She laughed, she was delighted.  She was punishing us for being born and burdening her otherwise carefree life.

To prove that she was cruel and irrational, one day she came home and pulled a t-bone steak bone out of her purse and sneered; "Know what I had for lunch?"

No, we didn't dare tell any one.  The most simple minded retard knew better than to ever tell anything on Mathy.  Evidently this blog is my attempt to reveal every thing I was forced to keep secret for so long.

Dear LORD I don't know what happened to Martha's mind.  Perhaps I will never know why she is so devious and evil.   I do pray for her.  I do ask you to touch her cold black heart with a finger of love.  I pray that you will touch her sick demented mind.

LORD I pray that her minions will finally be released.  Open their eyes and ears, in the Mighty name of Jesus our LORD, I pray.

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)