"I never promised you a rose garden."

I read Lynn Anderson's obituary in the paper today. I always loved this song.  GOD never promised any of us a rose garden, never said certain people or a certain color, or status deserved to be treated better.

I taught an absolutely brilliant student during my tenure at Stone MOUNTAIN High School.

His father was extremely jealous of him, tortured him severely on the sly.  The young man ultimately killed himself.  Did he ever tell a counselor, an adult in authority? I don't know.  His best friend told me the whole sickening saga after his painful "suicide".

We all accepted that explanation.  Now I  wonder aloud?  He had just won a very prestigious scholarship to a very prestigious University.

I wonder how many times my "mother" really tried to kill me?  I know she put a hurt on my spirit.

I know she MURDERED MY GRANDFATHER! AND NONE OF HIS DESCENDANTS SEEM TO CARE.  I've told them they are cursed with a curse for cloaking her.  They can't hear me.  They all lean to their own understanding, selfish, uncaring.

Perhaps I would not be so tormented by their failure to honor the only true patriarch we ever had, but, to HONOR MARTHA JANE!

No one is that stupid.  Obviously wicked.  I look at their fruit, shake my head as they struggle playing by the rules laid down by man.  Lying, fickle man.

Demons and imps are reigning in America because the weak faith "Christians" let them.

I will not bow down to satan or any evil, though it claim me as kin.  If I still have one relative still loving and holding on to the false image of Mathy Jane, still declaring what a good woman she was, I pity you.   I do send you my prayers.  Yes, those prayers that my "mother"  claimed did not reach the top of my head.

Well, you can continue to wax worse and worse or you can come to GOD's Light, His saving Grace.

PTL!

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