I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

"If you want to be happy ...




for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife? That might not be true at all.  It may simply be a coincidence.   My mother was pretty.  But, I feel sorry for every man that tried to love my mother.  He was punished!  He was beaten, mistreated, robbed, ruined, just left gutted and she skipped away grinning, laughing.  And she did it over and over.

The bitch even died happy.  Crazy or not, bipolar , psychopath, sociopath, neurotic, psychotic, demon posesssed,  just fucked up.  That was her, she was here and now she is gone!  Thank you LORD.  I do thank you for the good times LORD.  No, she wasn't all bad and there are many gifts I have, many gifts I cultivated from our experience.

She was too mean.   Our world is too mean, too heartless.  Most people claim to believe in GOD, most people don't.  Just can't.  I get it.  The word is preposterous .  "Two little fishes, five loaves of bread"; feeding a multitude.  Yes!  Yes, I believe it!  I know it!  Why do I know it? I tried (HIM)!  I called on (HIM).  (HE) saved me from that succubus, those legion of demons that plagued Martha.

Childhood sexual abuse.  I should have never overcome.  That's GOD.  Born into the clutches of a woman evil enough to rape her own babies, to scald, to burn, to batter and to MURDER and I'm still here.  I am not in a straight jacket, a padded room.  I'm not a crack whore , a "lot lizard." That's GOD! GOD makes intercession for us when we are unawares. (HE) hears every groan.  Yes (HE) does.  There in no way in the world I could have ever survived Martha without GOD on my side.  I recognize it.  I'm humbled.  I'm eternally grateful.


As a matter of fact I have so much to brag about I can't shut up.  Praise the LORD!  Don't give up on GOD.  Trust (HIM)!  Free Fall!  Pray! Fast! Rebuke satan!

Old evil stanking, dusty, rusty, Mathy Jane go sit yo'stanking "root working"  ass down somewhere!  You are  DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!DEAD!   Bitch!  I thought your horrid nasty ass would never die!  I do hope GOD creates a special hell just for your cowardly root working ass!

But, Glory! Without you I would have never known the Goodness of GOD!

Thank you!


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