Get this straight right now. No, my mother was not always cruel to me. There were times of joy. She made me a beautiful outfit for church once. It was well made, not jacked up like most of her homemade concoctions .
The lining of the duster matched the dress. One day that beautiful outfit just disappeared. That was Martha's handicap, her weakness, double mindedness, whisy-washy, two-faced, treacherous. You could not trust her, ever. The fact is poor Martha could not trust herself. She was impulsive, delusional, ignorant, vindictive , full of mischief. Full of pride.
"Pride goeth before a fall." People full of pride can never repent, apologize, acknowledge wrong doing. Not only do they prefer to go to hell, they demand to take the entire world with them.
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