Just a few things ...

A few years before my mother passed,  she was lamenting her horrible childhood rape.  The very memory of the event, the three savage rapes,  when she was eight years old still terrorized her.

She described the day she finally found the courage to tell her mother.  She said the ****** stood under the kitchen window, out side, listening.  That he came flying in the house screaming; "She lying, she lying!"

"Daddy didn't do nuttin' but run duh ****** off!"

Over eighty years old, still hurting, still in excruciating pain.

"Duh blood! Duh blood!"

Do know that very conversation triggered my memory.  "Dun blood, duh blood!"   Oh how I remember that awful day in the my mother's bedroom, 6C Honeycutt Road, Fort Bragg, North Carolina.

I remember so clearly the warm blood streaming down my legs.  Praise GOD Almighty!  Those two ignorant ghouls standing there proud!  Falsely believing they had introduced me to something pleasurable, something I wanted.  Like they had permitted me to open my Christmas present early.

They knew fully that they were wrong.   But some "two headed doctor", some root worker convinced them that taking the virginity of innocent children would insure them power.

What idiots!

If you want Power, there is Power in that name Jesus!

Martha is not just now reaping.  She was reaping the entire time she lived falsely for eighty-seven years.  I know for a fact my mother hated herself deeply and she should have.  Preaching for cover, to fool others, never believing one word that came out of her lying mouth.

I do thank GOD for my courage,  that I know was passed down to me from my grandfather.  That is exactly why she put that bullet in his innocent heart.

Dear LORD,  I pray that you place some more Jerome Walters on this earth.  Wise, righteous  men with fervent prayers that will willingly stand in the gap for their grandchildren, for all future generations.

Praise the LORD!

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