No I didn't grow up in The Ghetto

GOD spared me, put me way out in the "Country". Put me on my grandfather's tobacco farm. I ran free, no shoes, ate dirt, used the bathroom outside. Took a tub bath once a week,"Sad-diddy night".

My washrag was a real rag. My granddaddy made his own soap. He was self sufficient. He didn't owe any man one red cent. He didn't collect welfare or social security for us. My "mother" called and considered us burdens. He said no, that we were jewels in his crown.

"As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he." That is precisely why some evil wo/men step in GOD's way blocking blessing.  At least that is what they think.

"Don't worry, Your Father knows, sees, cares, heals, positions. BEAM! Thank [HIM]!"

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"