How ironic my mother truly hated every one and every thing, always hated me. How could she not? She never loved anyone. Reprobates are incapable of natural affection. Thus, always bragging about flushing five babies down the toilet.
How wonderful GOD is! My phony lying despicable mother drug me to church every Sunday eighteen years in a row, to front. While I was there I paid attention, read, learned grew. My mother's great secret torture forced me to rely on GOD, to trust (HIM)! I have deep faith forged into me by my horrid mother. Praise the LORD!
Jesus tells us to shun evil people. We should listen. No, I could not help what I was born into and it took me a very long time to accept my truth. The truth I ended up finally accepting at age sixty-two, I knew well by age eighteen. Yes, my grandfather did tell me to leave and never come back. He didn't have the words to tell me why. I'm sure granddaddy never even heard the word succubus. He knew something was very wrong with his daughter and he also knew that his prayers availed much.
My daughter told me I have that "Captain-save-a-ho" mentality. I must. I did not give up on my demonic mother until she was in the grave. I have documented electronic proof my pastor's mother sent her family friend, a pastor to pray with her. By then she was in a coma. I don't know, can't know the outcome.
I do know "Pride goeth before a fall." Martha was full of pride. Pride is rebellion. Pride is liken unto WITCHCRAFT! Martha loved witchcraft.
Praise the LORD!
"Come Jesus."
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