First it was a cardboard box.

Then it was a rocket ship, a race car, a roaring fire engine.  I knew that huge cardboard refrigerator box would get great use with *****'s imagination.  They were a tiny army of "education orphans".  While I attended to the duties of a "teacher" on "Teacher Work Day, my daughter and the horde of " other little kids" swarmed Stone Mountain High School,  filling their day with youthful excitement.

My daughter has the gift.  We can tell tales, re-tell tales and manufacture tales faster than the average human can read them.

Every family has a gift.  Some can sing, dance, cook.  Yes, some are great athletes but do not assume color, race, gender, age, education, any thing,  has anything,  to do with anything.  It is GOD.  No, you do not have to believe in (HIM).  You never have to recognize the fact that some higher Power, some higher Authority controls us, controls this universe.  Your refusing to recognize, you stubborn refusal to listen , to learn,  will never prevent GOD's Truth, (HIS) Word from going forth,

You are a miserable liar.  Decency is free.  It does not cost any thing to be kind.  No one can make anyone lie for any reason.  If you hate GOD for rules you consider unnecessary or too strick, that is your perversion.  Be perverted, but don't be arrogant about it.  Of course you are going to be questioned by your victim, victims. Having a hizzy fit, feigning outrage over such an accusation will not fare well in the long run.  Especially when you attempt to assign your foul deeds to your victims and you know your ass is old.  When you know you are way past old! Bitch!  What were you waiting on?  The truth to become a lie? A lie the truth?  Was my brain supposed to grow numb and feeble? Was I supposed to believe that I was actually that worthless? Was I supposed to remain blind to your sick torture?

Bitch!  Every one knew to keep an "anti-root" kit of sulfur and snake repellent when you came visiting or sent a gift.  That is pathetic! But, it is the truth!  After you sent me that shit filled letter,  I learned.  Well, when *** came back.  He warned me.  He told me to burn your shit!

Bottom line, Martha, you dumb bitch, GOD tried to make something out of you.  You tried to use GOD.  You can't use GOD.  It can not be done.

My daughter and buddies turned a cardboard box into a race car with magic markers and glue and a great childish imagination.  A demon can not turn into a preacher just because she preaches, or  is a good preacher.  I am no longer possessed by that much childish imagination.   I know my truth.  Almighty GOD set me free!

You must not just "talk the talk" you do have to "walk the walk".

Praise the LORD!