I pray that every one on this earth lives long enough to realize their hopes and dreams. That every person have a fair chance. While I am still actively crawling out of that pit my "mother" dug for me, I do thank her.
While she meant to ruin me, to grind me into dust on the sly, she made me strong. (Praise the LORD)
My "mother's" psychotic, sadistic, demon possessed persona forced me to become the "beautiful, brilliant, tender-hearted person" I think I am. I have issues. I have a hair trigger temper. I scare myself. GOD has always saved me from "myself". (Praise the LORD)
I fully acknowledge that I am human, I am weak. Not weak for sin. Not when it comes to obeying the Ten Commandments.
I have never understood why so many people struggle with fornication and adultery. But, there are a lot of things that do not interest me. Sports. If every sport on earth disappeared today, I would not care.
Books and music! Wait a minute! What good is life? I must have my books. I must read! I can not sit five minutes without reading something. We acquired that trait from my grandfather and he from his mother and grandmother.
"Readers are Leaders."
Salute to David Bowie. He lived. He loved. He made a difference. Rest In Peace.
Praise the LORD!
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