I'M SO PROUD

I'm so proud of Almighty GOD for intervening in my life, for leading, guiding and sustaining me.  I'm proud of our LORD Jesus Christ for bringing me to this day, December 7, 20015.  A date that burns in infamy.  A day an extremely cowardly nation sneak attacked our great nation.  Almighty GOD saved us and brought us through.

GOD did the same for me.  A woman so selfish, a serial bully, (in fact a serial rapist)  came to this earth and demanded to do exactly as she pleased, when she pleased, how ever she pleased.  A woman that demanded to be reckless with her life and every life she touched.  Martha Jane Walters was a human Cyclone, a Tsunami  of the worse order because she was a sneaky coward.

Did my mother really believe that her light skin and "good hair" made her better, superior?  She sure did.  Did she falsely believe every one with more melanin to be inferior? Yes she did.  Did she ever believe in GOD? No she didn't.

Has there ever been a lower (secret) whore? I doubt it.  Was she the scum of the earth? Yes she was.  Was she a human maggot?  Yes she was.

Was there a purpose for her long miserable life? Yes there is.  I am very sure, had I been able to enjoy a "normal" life I would have missed salvation, my anointing, my understanding of true demonic evil.  I am sure I would have never bothered to read and study GOD's Word for myself.  I would have never questioned the hypocrisy of this world.

I was seventeen and already a great writer and thinker.  My serpent viper mother took it upon herself to destroy every word I ever wrote.  Martha, satan's imp,  was determined to not just destroy me.  This whore wanted to completely eviscerate me.

So sexually damaged , mentally and psychologically destroyed,  I married an evil imp,  just as predatory as my mother.  Not only was he jealous, he was equally as illiterate, viperous and destructive.  I wasted no time ridding myself of him just as soon as I could.

As satan would have if, these two low "lifes" joined forces in attempting to destroy me.  Little did they know, GOD knew, was holding my hand and leading and guiding me.

September 2, 1984  was the proudest day of my life.  I gave birth to my daughter alone.  No husband, no mother and no doctor.  It was Labor Day weekend.  After twenty-eight hours of labor , she came, umbilical cord wrapped tightly around her throat.  My doctor entered the delivery room at that precise moment and saved my daughter's life.  That was GOD, His hand.  Praise the LORD!

The truth is, and I dare say, there are just too many men and women exactly like my mother still plaguing and vexing GOD's innocent.  Whores so low and disrespectful of GOD they dare put on a mask, wear robes, adorn themselves with crosses and crucifixes .  Load their names with tittles.  So pompous they love titles.  Some so greedy they add three and four titles before you get to their name.

Reverend Doctor so and so.  Anointed Apostle Overseer of dumb sheeplets, on and on.  Notice, Jesus had no titles.  He was just Jesus.  Praise the LORD.

Children, these imps and demons for satan had to come here.  They have to be endured.  Trust GOD, be proud of Him and what He is doing in your life.  Step out of your comfort zone.  Free fall into your saviour's arms.   Do not let these ravenous wolves dissuade you from Our loving, all knowing, all saving GOD.

Be abundantly blessed as you continue your search for true joy and salvation.

"Don't worry, Jesus will fix it"; JR Walters.