February 10, 1979, it was a Saturday morning. My head was buried under the pillow hiding from the sun because it was already well past 9 a.m. The sound of my mother's screeching voice made my head explode. DEAD!!! He's DEAD! Granddaddy is DEAD! My rock is DEAD!
I reeled. I could barely keep my balance. If I had only known then what I know now. I would have made sure she went to prison. I would have pressed for the death penalty. Once we collectively revealed all of our horrible secrets no jury in the world would have spared her .
She is gone now but she is still troubling. Far too many loved ones are still trying to live their lives looking up to her, still in awe of her. Some are still foolish enough to still fear her.
The root of Martha's psychosis lies in trauma. She told me she was viciously raped 3 times when she was eight. My family's collective broken lives is the direct result of rebellion. I will not continue this foolishness. I will no lie for a fallen woman that refused to get up. I will never consider myself less than anyone. AND I WILL FEAR NO MAN! NO WOMAN! NO WEAPON!!!
When did I finally see through her? ( All I can say is I sure took my time.) It is very ironic, she was always talking about how GOD removed the scales from her eyes.
Dear LORD thank you for delivering me from sin, from the clutches of the enemy, the devourer .
Praise the LORD children. Praise His Holy name.
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