"The Living Water"

Dear LORD thank you!  Thank you for saving me , for meaning what you declare.  "Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…"


LORD you knew I didn't know what danger I was in.  We had no idea how predatory and evil our own mother was.  You did LORD,  and you protected us.  Well, you protected me.

I do remember that period of time when Mathy took to beating us viciously on a daily basis for the slightest infractions.  In preparation for our impending flogging she would scream; "You black niggers come git yo'beating!I'MGONNABEATTHELIVINGWATERSHITOUTOFYOU!"

I was too young to know what the "Living water shit" was but,  I knew I didn't want it beat out of me. (I might need it one day)  So, I would take to the hills.  I ran away, hid out in the woods for hours and hours or until it got dark.  Sometimes even that didn't save me from the brutal beating she intended so I resorted to Jesus.  I would get the Holy Ghost, catch the Spirit, my mother would get so tickled she would get weak and couldn't hold the belt or switch.  Jesus would save me, spare me, grant me one more reprieve.

My brother would stubbornly put on three pairs or pants.   He had to be macho, a man, he couldn't cry.  He took his beatings! I said "Fuck you bitch! Not here! Not today! Bye!!!"

 She would make him strip then beat the "Living water shit our of him".  Then he would get jealous of me, claim that I was mistreated better than he was.  I told him to try Jesus, he looked at me like I was crazy.

The evil doer is still scratching his head, can't understand why they can't get blessed.  Humble yourself!
Listen to GOD's voice.  Fear no man, no woman and what ever you do, refuse to fear a dead demon.