Why I am beaming

Not only has GOD blessed me with a long fruitful exciting life, a brilliant beautiful daughter, a righteous praying grandfather, a stellar career as a teacher but, many other  gifts and talents.  Sure, I was forced to struggle against evil for my entire life but it has kept me sharp, grateful, humble.

I've thought about this for a very long time.  I would not trade my life for anything.  I know the "normal mother-daughter dynamic" would have robbed me of the opportunity to grow into the person I am.

I can do what so many people can only wish to do.  I can write. I can express my thoughts brilliantly. I am a great teacher. I am not bragging, it is a fact.  I am a talented artist.  I can draw, paint, create.  It soothes me.  The truth is I was forced to self soothe by my mother.  There was nothing in my huge empty bedroom but shoe boxes.

I remember watching Captain Kangaroo and on every program he taught an art  project.  How to color a shoebox, make a house out of it.  I had so many empty shoe boxes I made an entire town.

My selfish mother always lavished gifts on herself. If she had one pair of shoes,  she had one hundred.  We were lucky if we had school shoes and Sunday shoes at the same time and those shoes always came from the thrift store.  I always wore "pre- runt-tova" shoes.  I laugh because it motivated me to study, to become a scholar, which caused that jealous heifer Mathy Jane to hate me more.  Which in turn caused her to plot more.  The more she plotted, the more I won, the more I won, the more she plotted.  But just like GOD's Word says;  "Ye shall proceed no further."

If you had repented like GOD told you your life would have never come to this.  I would have never discovered all the secret racists I called friend without DT running for President. Be careful what you wish for closet demons.

GOD is   …

Praise the LORD

GOD IS!