Rest assured ...

Everything works out for good for those that love the LORD.  I don't care how brilliant and elaborate a scheme is, it will fail.  GOD warns us in Proverbs repeatedly; if you dig a ditch for someone you better dig two.  If you don't understand that proverb you might want to stop reading right now.  The knowledge I am sharing may be above your pay grade.

I am still back tracking.  Still retracing my steps. We were standing at the foot of my mother's bed. (This was the room where it happened.)  She was going on and on about how granddaddy "sent for the gun" because he was fearful of burglers.

[Why did I fall for it? Had I ever known granddaddy to demand to have a pistol?  Had I ever known him to be fearful of anything?  This man was my hero.  How many snakes had I seen him kill with just the heel of his boot, with the blade of a hoe, a stick ?]

"Yo'grandaddy was so neat ... he put duh pistol up yeah After he shot himself in the HEART!" That was it.  My eyes bugged out of my head.   I locked eyes with my brother and at that exact precise moment  we both knew.  'She did it!'

So I need to know why I cowered down.  I know it was fear.  But, was there any hope there? Was I hoping that I was wrong?  Why was my brain screaming; "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Was cloaking for Mathy something I was just accustomed too? Did I do it automatically without thinking?

Well you already know GOD protected me from every one of her schemes, from all of her ignorant "hoodoo" and demonic conjure.  Every plot she planned backfired.  Strangely she never learned.  I have to admire her tenacity, her ravenous efforts to destroy us, to destroy me.


What if Mathy had put all that negative energy, hatred and insane jealousy into her dreams?  What if she spent more of her time trying to create a better world? Instead of fighting GOD, goodness and everything beautiful.

What is the truth?  What is the hilarious truth?  Mathy was an anti-intellectual.  She did not like to study.  Every book was boring to her, especially the Bible.  Yes she bought books.  Surrounded herself with thousands of them so she could look smart.

Poor Mathy was guilty of falsely believing she was the most brilliant woman that ever lived.  She knew no one was a better liar or actress.  NO, she never cared about a single solitary person on this earth.  Lived for 87 years as a selfish spoiled eight year old.  Nothing ever went her way.  Sure she pretended she was winning.  Celebrated every little trinket.  Perhaps she had some form of mental retardation.  Bragging about driving a brand new Sedan deville Cadillac.  Bragging about how the salesman complimented her because very few "negroes" bought brand new Cadillacs right off the showroom floor.  [While she was bragging about what she was driving did she ever mention that her children were at home eating grits and grease just so she could flex?]

Stay in His WORD children.  "GOD will never leave or forsake you."

(singing) Victory is mine! Victory is mine!

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)

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