Mathy was bad, went for bad. She really was bad, she would stab, shoot, strangle, lay hands on you in a quickness. Every one was well aware of her molten hot temper. What I didn't know, refused to realize was her deep hatred for me. I knew, I saw, I deliberately disbelieved. She was my mother!
We went to church every Sunday. My mother made us memorize scripture. We prayed together as a family every Sunday. My mother prayed so long, the grits got cold and stiff. We left for church early in the morning , didn't get back home until late at night. We gave ourselves to GOD every Sunday. We could not play cards, cuss, drink, listen to secular music. If Jesus had come back on any Sunday, my family would have been straight. (HE) better not show up on a Friday or Saturday night.
Far too many people are concerned with an outside show. It is our inside we should concern ourselves with. Martha was doing all that window dressing for GOD while committing adultery, incest, pedophilia, witchcraft, murder and only GOD knows what else. Martha was walking around dragging evil hatred, telling lies, plotting every one's destruction simply because she hated herself and was always too cowardly to admit it.
While I know no weapon formed against me has ever prospered, it gets old. I do hope and pray every imp after me will go somewhere and sit his or her tired ass down. "Get thee behind me satan!"
Praise the LORD!
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