Do know that I have come to learn that I still ended up in a whore house. But, the best thing you did was leave me in the care of Rachel and Jerome Walters for the early formative years of my life.
(GOD's Divine Order, in effect.)
Look well to your going children. Listen carefully. Why are you so afraid to be an independent thinker? How can you live on this earth, pray to GOD, yet walk on, spit on, trample anyone that dares to get in your way?
Out of sight is not out of mind. GOD sees you, knows every thought before you think it. GOD is going to use you. No matter what you do, GOD is using it for the uplifting of His Kingdom.
How much courage does it take to scorn someone already down? Do run after, fawn and faint over everyone you think is winning, or could possibly win? You do know GOD is large and in charge don't you?
You do know, wealth, status, mean oohing to GOD. Your very life could be required of thee in the next five minutes. Billionaires have to leave here too. All Steve Jobs' billions could not buy him one single second longer than GOD intended. (Did he jump in front of the line to get that new liver?)
Of course money is nice, status, fame, all that, is great. ( What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul? ) But once you have that, what do you have? More headaches. You once rolled your quarters , poured them out of a jar, to get some gas. Now you have to pay an accountant or a team, perhaps it takes an entire firm, to help you keep up with your money.
Are you any happier? I will tell you for sure, the happiest days of my life were spent riding in a cart my grandfather made, with Billy the Billy goat pulling. Running up and down his tobacco fields catching a ride on the drag.
Eating "raastin'ears" from homemade cinderblock smokers. Running around getting in the way during hog killing season. Taking my weekly "Saddidy'night" bath, putting on my "Sunday-go-tuh-meetin'" clothes. Eating can Salmon, grits and a slice of crunchy fatback.
I do find it ironic that my mother's greatest call was; "Come git ya'beatin' ", in the end, refused to repent, 87 years old, died the same wicked, sneaky viper she lived.
No, Mathy never went to jail or faced the death penalty for killing her own father. She suffered just the same. I don't care what she said. She was ashamed. Granddaddy did warn her. He did tell her to stay off of those graves. She never listened to him, not one time in her entire life. (rebellious, full of pride)
He was to kind. He never refused her one dime when she came begging (more like demanding). He took care of us just like we were his (we were) and never so much as murmured one complaint. (Dear LORD, please teach me to be such a Christian)
So!? Money will not buy you (me) happiness. Another thing, why do you (I) need or crave so much money? Is that what you (we) really want? Or is that what society said that you (we) must have in order to be accepted, to be approved, by man?
GOD first, every thing else will be added unto thee.
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