I am so proud that the LORD Jesus Christ saw fit to save me from one of the greatest abominations satan has ever produced. I'm leaping vertical, straight up in the air. On fire with the Holy Ghost! Grateful to GOD for seeing me through, walking with me, talking with me, leading me and guiding me.
We must all stop a minute and think, and look closely, examine this thing we called Mathy Jane. Attractive, yes, charismatic, yes, absolutely a social magnate. A comedienne, warm, fussy, generous, complimentary , insightful, wise, encouraging. All lies! All a front for satan.
Stop! Think! When you have a woman that falls so low as to get down on her knees in cemeteries under the cover of midnight collecting "dust" to destroy her loved ones, you are in trouble.
World, when you have a woman that involves her own little children in her "sexcapades" , a woman willing to make a sex toy out of her own children because she considers them worthless, black bastards, world , you are in trouble.
Yes , I was confused, deeply troubled, never knowing, never understanding why the honey dipped words that came out of Martha's mouth never matched her devious actions. My mother complained the loudest when NCA&T failed to offer me a scholarship, claiming I could not qualify, that my mother made too much money.
Yes, my devious mother did have a good lie. Yes, so childish and intimidated I did permit her to complete my financial aid application. She assured me that I was "no-sense-ED" and I would only mess it up. Yes, she did sign it and mail it it. It was just a pit, another hole dug by my "loving mother". A woman so miserable, so ashamed of her own whoredom all she ever did was hate and plot against her own family for eighty-seven years.
No, evil can't last forever. "The wicked will cease from troubling."
Now we all have to face our "shame". I am NOT ashamed! I am very proud that the LORD Jesus Christ did not let me turn out like her. A fallen woman that never bothered to get up. Just pretended to. Yes, I fell many times, mostly at the urging or interference from my own mother but I always got up.
Praise the LORD!
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