Baby, I'm for real

If you or anyone stopped by my blog to see , just to check up on my misery,   you are wasting your time.  I am delivered and I am for real.  There is not one cell of phoniness in me.

I do not have  to lie and pretend to be something I'm not.  I don't have to carry a spouse that I truly hate and pretend to the world that we share a true love.  I don't have to pretend in order to fit in.  I don't have to prostitute myself for material wealth.

I am praising GOD today for healing that little wounded child, one cell at a time.  The more I realize what my own mother (mongrel mother) did to me purposefully,  just so she could point at something more dreadful and wicked than she was, I gain strength.

Do know that Martha Jane Walters went too far in her cruelly.  She was demon possessed.  No doubt.  Martha had a legion of demons, probably countless when she finally expired.

Well, that little burned, scalded, raped, ruined child is standing tall today!  Proud as a peacock because Almighty GOD chose me to be His vessel.  He told me to tell on these men and women.  Human scum!

If you are living and lying, pimping and perpetrating you are not for real.  I was really hurt yesterday discovering that I got Mathy Janed.  Discovering that I was "gaslighted" by some one I truly considered a friend.  Oh well, I forgive you.

People that don't want me around, the truly shun my presence, I will not worry you.   I will not push myself into your space looking for love and admiration.  I will trouble you no longer.  I got your message loud and clear!

 I do know Jesus Christ had few friends.  He was without honor in his own family.  I also know He was crucified to save us.  GOD permitted Him to be crucified so that we might learn of His Magnificent Love.

I know that I serve a GOD I can call on at any time.  There is Power in that name Jesus!

If you don't like me, have to lie to me, manipulate me because you don't like me around you but can't find the courage to tell me.  If you have to resort to cunning and deceit because your jealousy, your Cain spirit is so strong , I will ask you to pray.  Pray, not prey!

I thank GOD for every honest bone in my body.  I thank Him for my true work ethic, my many talents and gifts.  I thank GOD for the gift of discernment.

Do know when your mother and father forsake you, GOD will pick you up.  When your many friends become complete fakes, secretly wish you harm, talk behind you back, hug and kiss you with a stone cold heart, GOD is there, in the atmosphere.   Do know GOD will pick you up, place you in the right place and bless you will real friends.

PTL!

I press on     …

Do know that little burned up, raped, molested, secretly tortured,  little black girl doesn't live here anymore.  I can no longer be hurt by your insults that my skin is too dark, that I am too weird.  That all I do is cry and whine when you know full well I am trying to warn you.

GOD bless you abundantly as you  travel on life's treacherous highway.  May you come to know the Magnificent Loving GOD that I do.  I know Him because He dwells in my heart!