"In all thy getting ...

get understanding."; an admonition passed down to me often by my very wise grandfather.

Looking back,  I have no idea how he did it.  Like us, he was conditioned, worn out, vexed to death.  Trying to change Martha was hopeless.  The best you could do was turn your head and pretend that you did not see what you saw, hear what you heard or experienced what you experienced.

Video A.

Video B. 

This is a picture of my mother in her youth( Video A.) .  She was quite an attractive woman on the outside. This is what she looked like on the inside (Video B.).   Always immaculately dressed in the finest attire, the best raiment money could buy.  But you should have seen us, smelled us. I must laugh.  I became so accustomed to the smell of musky mildew from our thrift shops clothes,  I started to like it.

 Most of our new shoes were pre-owned. (LOL) Pre-"runt'ova" Pre-turned up with no shoe strings. I was so dumb I loved them , at least my mother made me think I loved them.  Bragging what a great find they were, only costing a nickel or a dime.  (We were some dummies, always her dutiful fools)

  We weren't poor!  My "stepfather was a Sargent in the U.S. Army.  My mother always worked a minimum of two jobs and sold "puntang"  on the side.

There is absolutely no excuse for such horrid behavior other than the fact that our birth mother was an out of control lunatic that someone should have had the good sense to imprison or kill.  Yes, the bitch needed killing. Purely methodically murdered!  Martha Jane Walters should have been put out of her misery.

That is the man in me, the humanness in me,  saying that.  There is no Christ in that thought.  It is just my human gut reaction to such human filth.  Then it occurred to me, what about Martha?  How could she feel good  about herself?  How could she not feel like the low,  absolutely despicable woman she was?  She knew.  How awful.  I fell to my knees.  Poor Martha always knew.

Why didn't she change?  Why couldn't she change? Weak faith.  Weak faith in GOD and all her faith was in herself and the demonic powers she served.

Never be ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  GOD knew why Martha fell so low.  He understood. It was Martha, full of pride, too stiff necked to hear GOD.  Martha thought she was right.  She raged with her "right".  It was Martha's way or the highway.

Martha deliberately went the wrong way and demanded that the entire world perish with her so she would never be wrong.  So she could die perfect.

Martha you were one ignorant woman.  There is absolutely no excuse for your stupidity.  You did not have to perish.  If there is an ounce of intelligence in any one that reads my blog,  they will humble themselves and give their lives to Christ.  They will trust Him.

Dear LORD I thank you for my ability to think critically.  I thank you for permitting  Martha to persecute me so.  To ruin and destroy me to the point I had to be made over.

Praise the LORD!

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