Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Meet Him On Your Knees Children!
We the family ask you to meet Him on your knees at 7:27 in the a.m. Stretch out your arms, raise them high. Ask Him to come into your heart to indwell there. Humble yourselves children. Remember that you are just a lump of clay, mere dust. From dust we came and from dust we have to return.
"We didn't come here to stay always." Live so then when your life is required of thee you can go quietly and confident that you are a child of the Living Lord.
Take your burdens to the Lord children and leave them there.
If there be any sin ask Our Dear Lord to take it.
Praise the Lord children! THANK HIM!!!
Thank Him every day for the privilege of serving Him. Thank Him for His mystery. Thank Him for righting every wrong.
Ask Him to forgive you children. Tell Him that you are sorry.
Tell Him that you know; you know that apart from Christ you are nothing.
Tell Him that you know the Devil has a plot but God has a Plan!
Take a few minutes to shout children! Scream ; "Lord Have Mercy On Me!!!"
Tell Him that you Love Him children. Tell Him that you love His tender mercies. Tell Him that you love His mysterious intervention.
While you are down there praying for forgiveness for yourself, pray for the forgiveness of others.
Ask the Dear Lord to remove all of the hate that has been implanted in your heart. Ask Him to take all of the fear.
Get up children, get up off of your knees thankful for another day on God's beautiful earth. Ask Him for ears to hear His Word. Ask Him for the courage to walk in love.
Walk in Love children. Be a Blessing.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
"We didn't come here to stay always." Live so then when your life is required of thee you can go quietly and confident that you are a child of the Living Lord.
Take your burdens to the Lord children and leave them there.
If there be any sin ask Our Dear Lord to take it.
Praise the Lord children! THANK HIM!!!
Thank Him every day for the privilege of serving Him. Thank Him for His mystery. Thank Him for righting every wrong.
Ask Him to forgive you children. Tell Him that you are sorry.
Tell Him that you know; you know that apart from Christ you are nothing.
Tell Him that you know the Devil has a plot but God has a Plan!
Take a few minutes to shout children! Scream ; "Lord Have Mercy On Me!!!"
Tell Him that you Love Him children. Tell Him that you love His tender mercies. Tell Him that you love His mysterious intervention.
While you are down there praying for forgiveness for yourself, pray for the forgiveness of others.
Ask the Dear Lord to remove all of the hate that has been implanted in your heart. Ask Him to take all of the fear.
Get up children, get up off of your knees thankful for another day on God's beautiful earth. Ask Him for ears to hear His Word. Ask Him for the courage to walk in love.
Walk in Love children. Be a Blessing.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Monday, November 8, 2010
Be Careful Of A Misdiagnosis
It was a misdiagnosis I tell you. Granddaddy got it wrong. He chalked all of her antics up to ignorance. Some said she was crazy, miserably insane. We all missed it for decades. God lifted the scales from my eyes and I can see it so plainly now. It is crystal clear. She is a Demon with a capital D. You don't have to believe me. Just look at her fruit. Be a slow learner if you want to. You will pay. You will suffer. She will lay you low.
Forget how charming she is. Oh yes she is a laugh a minute, a brilliant comedienne. She is charismatic and she can out think and out lie you to this day. At eighty-five she is brilliant. Can you imagine her intelligence at twelve or thirteen.
Well I finally caught on. She will never accept responsibility for her own actions! You are not smart enough to pin her down to any thing, she is mercurial. Plus she mastered the strategy of "the best defense is an offense" years before I was thought of. If you accuse her of anything you are suddenly no-sense-ED, a damn black ass fool, you pop eyed, you are lazy, you are the biggest liar that ever pissed between two shoes. She has improved some in her elderly years. She used to say "Shit between two shoes", but then she became a preacher. To know her is to be in a constant state of befuddlement. She will talk your ear off about everyone elses mistakes; "*** ****had done had **** ****and was in labor with ***** when she married ****. Shit you can look at dem younguns and see dey ain't got the same daddy. But dey want to call me de 'ho."
She never really had any friends. I can name all of her friends, most of them were "high yalla" freaks just like her. There was always some big blow out and she was always trying to do the right thing because 'she don't lak to see nobody use nobody'. And it is hard to keep a friend if you have a habit of sleeping with their husbands and boyfriends. I can tell now that she was very conflicted. She loves women sexually and she hates men, but she loves to screw men. That is truly some double minded-ness.
I'm sorry that you felt that you could not be an out of the closet lesbian.
Please help me to understand something. You have to be one of the world's greatest freaks. I call you a pioneer freak, you personally invented alot of the sexual deviance today. No, I'm kidding. See I got that from you, make up some ridiculous shit and pen it on some one. You are pretty perfect, you are a brilliant sociopath. I just can not understand, I can't understand how anyone that can commit such dreadful sins can't find the courage to admit them and ask for repentance. I give, I guess you simply accept the fact that you are a vessel made for dishonor. Your father was in covenant with God and you became accursed and brought the whole family down. Well you tried, but I'm not going down there with you. I am ashamed of you. Not just for what you did to me. I will not tell what you did to my brothers on this blog. But you ought to have sense enough to be ashamed. "You are going out the world backwards like you did when you first came here." That is the record by the Staple Singles that you blasted one Saturday for about fourteen hours straight. Torture, terror, cussing, fussing, drunk, nasty, vulgar, fornicating, lying, stealing, plotting and sabotaging. That's you. You will or can not help it and I want you to know that I do not associate with people of such low class and character. You said I thought I was better than ever body else. I am better than a back stabber that would participate in her daughter's molestation. I will not tolerate your ignorance and negativity. Your "roots" are not working. You are a despicable Demon and you will rot in hell if you do not confess and repent.
It took me fifty-eight years but I finally got the message. One of the reason's I'm telling is certainly because I'm mad. Actually I am way past mad. I am infuriated. But it's all good. Can you imagine if I never found out? What if I had never put these pieces together? Some of you still insist on "loving" her, getting your head busted, over and over. Go right ahead but don't you ever say that you were not warned.
Please , my darling little nieces, please listen, do not let her keep your children. She is a Demon and she can't resist. I do not know what she will do. You can be sure she will harm them . If not physically she will harm them psychologically.
What grandmother or great grandmother says to a darling little boy, right in front of him; "What's wrong wid his ear? Why does it flop down like that?" "He 'sho got some nappy hair. How he get such nappy hair?"
Why crush a child? Why harm their fragile ego so early in life?
I'll tell you why; she is a snake crawling on her belly seeking more victims. She knows that she is low. She knows that she hit rock bottom and she demands some company.
I will not go there with her any more. I pulled myself up out of that crab barrel by myself. I went to college and earned a degree. She never gave me one red cent, and had the nerve to prevent me from getting financial aid. That "woman " has stalked me and tried to destroy me my entire life.
She suffers from envy. If you suffer from envy, run and pray now!
But it's cool. I survived and I am doing pretty well.
It is a sad revolting story, but it is true. Don't you dare think that she just focused on me. If you know her and associate with her she is "rooting" and cursing you too. She can not help or she will not help it. This is fun to her. She loves to keep us mess, start mess, stir up mess. A great gossip. She has all the news. She begins most conversations with ; "Let me tell you the latest..." Ordinarily you would not think there is a lot a harm in that. As human beings we do like gossip and hearing that someone is worse off than we are can be comforting. It is the part that she didn't share that should concern you, how she went to her alter. Yes, she has a secret alter. That's why she is so paranoid about visitors.
"Here come dem damn black ass plundering grandchildren. **** ain't raising dem children worth nuttin'. Dey the thievingest luddle black bastards I ever saw." Now that is what she said to me. I know she talks about my daughter because she talks about EVERYBODY! It is funny because now that she is old she sometimes forgets who she is talking to and starts talking to you about yourself. That's what she did to me. It is unreal. I think she thought she was talking to *I****J***. To have someone talk about you behind your back to your face is hilarious. Well it's funny if you are not the victim.
Well time is winding down. It is no longer funny. We all have to work out our own soul salvation . We should all do what we know is right. I am going to continue to do what Jesus said; "From such stay away."
I trust in God. Please listen to track #7 "Trust In God" on Let Every Ear Hear by the Williams Sisters. Do that for me until I learn how to embed music into this blog.
I love that song because that song is my testimony. Fortunately for me that is what I've always done. I've never known anything else to do.
Well here we are at the end of this sad saga, a very sad and pathetic truth.
I must tell you how she butchered some cloth and created a mammy made prom dress for me. She had me looking like I was going to Sadie Hawkins instead of the prom. Shame on you for doing that to me. I already know what you are going to say; "Well Shit! if you were dumb enough to wear the shit...that's just a lick on you."
You know why I wore that crap. I was scared, terrorized, a sniveling coward. I wasn't about to protest. You can't lie out of this one. I have the picture.
What a shame, at fifty-nine I can see so clearly what a jealous cunt you are. I'm sorry I have to be so offensive in my language. But, that's how she always talked to me and I don't know any better. "It is what it is."
I don't care about her any more. I have given up. I guess that is what happened to granddaddy. He just gave up. "Cast not your pearls before swine." Perfect. As far as I am concerned we are "quiterated". I just want to spare the innocent. A rattle snake will rattle. This "woman" is not to be trusted! Do not eat her food! Alright "I done tol'cha, go head on nigga."
Be Blessed children. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Forget how charming she is. Oh yes she is a laugh a minute, a brilliant comedienne. She is charismatic and she can out think and out lie you to this day. At eighty-five she is brilliant. Can you imagine her intelligence at twelve or thirteen.
Well I finally caught on. She will never accept responsibility for her own actions! You are not smart enough to pin her down to any thing, she is mercurial. Plus she mastered the strategy of "the best defense is an offense" years before I was thought of. If you accuse her of anything you are suddenly no-sense-ED, a damn black ass fool, you pop eyed, you are lazy, you are the biggest liar that ever pissed between two shoes. She has improved some in her elderly years. She used to say "Shit between two shoes", but then she became a preacher. To know her is to be in a constant state of befuddlement. She will talk your ear off about everyone elses mistakes; "*** ****had done had **** ****and was in labor with ***** when she married ****. Shit you can look at dem younguns and see dey ain't got the same daddy. But dey want to call me de 'ho."
She never really had any friends. I can name all of her friends, most of them were "high yalla" freaks just like her. There was always some big blow out and she was always trying to do the right thing because 'she don't lak to see nobody use nobody'. And it is hard to keep a friend if you have a habit of sleeping with their husbands and boyfriends. I can tell now that she was very conflicted. She loves women sexually and she hates men, but she loves to screw men. That is truly some double minded-ness.
I'm sorry that you felt that you could not be an out of the closet lesbian.
Please help me to understand something. You have to be one of the world's greatest freaks. I call you a pioneer freak, you personally invented alot of the sexual deviance today. No, I'm kidding. See I got that from you, make up some ridiculous shit and pen it on some one. You are pretty perfect, you are a brilliant sociopath. I just can not understand, I can't understand how anyone that can commit such dreadful sins can't find the courage to admit them and ask for repentance. I give, I guess you simply accept the fact that you are a vessel made for dishonor. Your father was in covenant with God and you became accursed and brought the whole family down. Well you tried, but I'm not going down there with you. I am ashamed of you. Not just for what you did to me. I will not tell what you did to my brothers on this blog. But you ought to have sense enough to be ashamed. "You are going out the world backwards like you did when you first came here." That is the record by the Staple Singles that you blasted one Saturday for about fourteen hours straight. Torture, terror, cussing, fussing, drunk, nasty, vulgar, fornicating, lying, stealing, plotting and sabotaging. That's you. You will or can not help it and I want you to know that I do not associate with people of such low class and character. You said I thought I was better than ever body else. I am better than a back stabber that would participate in her daughter's molestation. I will not tolerate your ignorance and negativity. Your "roots" are not working. You are a despicable Demon and you will rot in hell if you do not confess and repent.
It took me fifty-eight years but I finally got the message. One of the reason's I'm telling is certainly because I'm mad. Actually I am way past mad. I am infuriated. But it's all good. Can you imagine if I never found out? What if I had never put these pieces together? Some of you still insist on "loving" her, getting your head busted, over and over. Go right ahead but don't you ever say that you were not warned.
Please , my darling little nieces, please listen, do not let her keep your children. She is a Demon and she can't resist. I do not know what she will do. You can be sure she will harm them . If not physically she will harm them psychologically.
What grandmother or great grandmother says to a darling little boy, right in front of him; "What's wrong wid his ear? Why does it flop down like that?" "He 'sho got some nappy hair. How he get such nappy hair?"
Why crush a child? Why harm their fragile ego so early in life?
I'll tell you why; she is a snake crawling on her belly seeking more victims. She knows that she is low. She knows that she hit rock bottom and she demands some company.
I will not go there with her any more. I pulled myself up out of that crab barrel by myself. I went to college and earned a degree. She never gave me one red cent, and had the nerve to prevent me from getting financial aid. That "woman " has stalked me and tried to destroy me my entire life.
She suffers from envy. If you suffer from envy, run and pray now!
But it's cool. I survived and I am doing pretty well.
It is a sad revolting story, but it is true. Don't you dare think that she just focused on me. If you know her and associate with her she is "rooting" and cursing you too. She can not help or she will not help it. This is fun to her. She loves to keep us mess, start mess, stir up mess. A great gossip. She has all the news. She begins most conversations with ; "Let me tell you the latest..." Ordinarily you would not think there is a lot a harm in that. As human beings we do like gossip and hearing that someone is worse off than we are can be comforting. It is the part that she didn't share that should concern you, how she went to her alter. Yes, she has a secret alter. That's why she is so paranoid about visitors.
"Here come dem damn black ass plundering grandchildren. **** ain't raising dem children worth nuttin'. Dey the thievingest luddle black bastards I ever saw." Now that is what she said to me. I know she talks about my daughter because she talks about EVERYBODY! It is funny because now that she is old she sometimes forgets who she is talking to and starts talking to you about yourself. That's what she did to me. It is unreal. I think she thought she was talking to *I****J***. To have someone talk about you behind your back to your face is hilarious. Well it's funny if you are not the victim.
Well time is winding down. It is no longer funny. We all have to work out our own soul salvation . We should all do what we know is right. I am going to continue to do what Jesus said; "From such stay away."
I trust in God. Please listen to track #7 "Trust In God" on Let Every Ear Hear by the Williams Sisters. Do that for me until I learn how to embed music into this blog.
I love that song because that song is my testimony. Fortunately for me that is what I've always done. I've never known anything else to do.
Well here we are at the end of this sad saga, a very sad and pathetic truth.
I must tell you how she butchered some cloth and created a mammy made prom dress for me. She had me looking like I was going to Sadie Hawkins instead of the prom. Shame on you for doing that to me. I already know what you are going to say; "Well Shit! if you were dumb enough to wear the shit...that's just a lick on you."
You know why I wore that crap. I was scared, terrorized, a sniveling coward. I wasn't about to protest. You can't lie out of this one. I have the picture.
What a shame, at fifty-nine I can see so clearly what a jealous cunt you are. I'm sorry I have to be so offensive in my language. But, that's how she always talked to me and I don't know any better. "It is what it is."
I don't care about her any more. I have given up. I guess that is what happened to granddaddy. He just gave up. "Cast not your pearls before swine." Perfect. As far as I am concerned we are "quiterated". I just want to spare the innocent. A rattle snake will rattle. This "woman" is not to be trusted! Do not eat her food! Alright "I done tol'cha, go head on nigga."
Be Blessed children. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Devil Is A Liar!
PTL! Dear Lord thank you for your blessings. Thank you for your tender mercies. Thank you for your Holy Spirit. Thank You for my anointing. Thank you for divine intervention. Thank you for Jerome Walters! Thank you for your WORD! Thank you for the TRUTH!
It was a pattern. Most of the time she appeared sane, seemed to be a very good person. We went to church every Sunday. Most of the time she was pretty good or at least normal. But there were times that she was a demonic fool. Hostile, angry and violent. We knew that she suffered from bouts of extreme depression, extreme jealousy.
We accepted it in stride. She was our lot in life, she was the hand that we were dealt. Play the hand you're dealt. Just play the best you can, play to win.
An habitually negative person it was hard for her to accept many of the blessings God sent her way. I learned to ignore her. My mother, a woman that I rarely trusted, a woman that I wanted desperately to love me.
I tried to make her proud and only succeeded in making her jealous.
An ignorant nigger, a crab in a barrel. I fully understood her mentality. You know the kind; "Don't out do me! Don't rise higher than your assigned station in life. You're black, you're a bastard and you are ruined. You are worthless, no one loves you or will ever love you. You think too highly of yourself. Just live till you die. Don't you ever dream and most of all don't you ever tell. No one is going to believe you. It ain't gon do no good. It ain't gon change nothing. I've told everyone that you are a nut, you're weird and you talk too much. I told everyone that you lie and make up shit. God loves me because I'm a preacher. Yea, I sin sometimes but so does everyone, God know what I need. Plus, you didn't see me do it. You didn't catch me."
I am ashamed that no one has been brave enough or smart enough to stop her.
Thank you Lord. I don't have to be ashamed because I am blessed. I was identified, I was selected, I was set apart for such a time as this. I thank God.
I will not shut up! I will tell! I will bring healing. I will broadcast His message. I will shout and say hallelujah. I am willing to be laughed at, ridiculed, talked about for His sake. What is my pain and affliction compared to His?
Little girls, little wounded girls, know that you are loved. Know that you are somebody.
Get Up! Get Out! Tell the world that you have a Father that loves you, that will protect you.
Serve him. Serve Him with a PURE heart.
Know ye the TRUTH and the the TRUTH will set you FREE!
She kept us in fear. We knew not to confront her. "Just don't say nothing. Forgive her, let it go. Tread lightly, be careful, be wise. DON'T TELL!!! Keep her secrets! Remain loyal, don't embarrass the family. Pretend! Just pretend! Go along to get along. God will fix it."
Well, He fixed it.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S.
Dear Lord thank you for my testimony.
It was a pattern. Most of the time she appeared sane, seemed to be a very good person. We went to church every Sunday. Most of the time she was pretty good or at least normal. But there were times that she was a demonic fool. Hostile, angry and violent. We knew that she suffered from bouts of extreme depression, extreme jealousy.
We accepted it in stride. She was our lot in life, she was the hand that we were dealt. Play the hand you're dealt. Just play the best you can, play to win.
An habitually negative person it was hard for her to accept many of the blessings God sent her way. I learned to ignore her. My mother, a woman that I rarely trusted, a woman that I wanted desperately to love me.
I tried to make her proud and only succeeded in making her jealous.
An ignorant nigger, a crab in a barrel. I fully understood her mentality. You know the kind; "Don't out do me! Don't rise higher than your assigned station in life. You're black, you're a bastard and you are ruined. You are worthless, no one loves you or will ever love you. You think too highly of yourself. Just live till you die. Don't you ever dream and most of all don't you ever tell. No one is going to believe you. It ain't gon do no good. It ain't gon change nothing. I've told everyone that you are a nut, you're weird and you talk too much. I told everyone that you lie and make up shit. God loves me because I'm a preacher. Yea, I sin sometimes but so does everyone, God know what I need. Plus, you didn't see me do it. You didn't catch me."
I am ashamed that no one has been brave enough or smart enough to stop her.
Thank you Lord. I don't have to be ashamed because I am blessed. I was identified, I was selected, I was set apart for such a time as this. I thank God.
I will not shut up! I will tell! I will bring healing. I will broadcast His message. I will shout and say hallelujah. I am willing to be laughed at, ridiculed, talked about for His sake. What is my pain and affliction compared to His?
Little girls, little wounded girls, know that you are loved. Know that you are somebody.
Get Up! Get Out! Tell the world that you have a Father that loves you, that will protect you.
Serve him. Serve Him with a PURE heart.
Know ye the TRUTH and the the TRUTH will set you FREE!
She kept us in fear. We knew not to confront her. "Just don't say nothing. Forgive her, let it go. Tread lightly, be careful, be wise. DON'T TELL!!! Keep her secrets! Remain loyal, don't embarrass the family. Pretend! Just pretend! Go along to get along. God will fix it."
Well, He fixed it.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S.
Dear Lord thank you for my testimony.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Hold Thy Peace!
"And there came a voice from heaven saying, Thou art my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased."
There came a voice from heaven!..? I have no doubt in this Biblical Truth. I know it to be an absolute fact. I know it in every fiber of my being. I know it in every cell of my body. Listen carefully now, hear me and hear me well. My Heavenly Father deposited His Spirit deep down in my DNA before I was formed in the belly. I know it happened because I heard that same voice when I was four years old. He promised to never leave me, to never forsake me and He never has.
What an awesome God we (I) serve. Everything you've ever done or will do has been foretold.
We are all His vessels children. Some of us are for honor and some of us are for dishonor. But the Dear Lord in His infinite wisdom lets us choose.
God asked me to pray this prayer, won't you linger here with me for a moment church?
Dear Lord I beseech thee as humbly as I know how. I thank you for your Word, I thank you for your tender mercies, I thank you for my life.
Dear Lord I pray for our cold cruel world. Dear Lord I pray in the MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS CHRIST! to free Us from this oppression. Dear Lord free us from Satanic attack. Dear Lord I rebuke Satan and his legion of demons. I command these demons to flee.
Dear Lord shine a light so bright that the whole world can see. Deliver Us ALL from Satan's plan.
"And there was in their synagogue a man with an unclean spirit; and he cried out, Saying, Let US alone; what have we to do with thee, thou Jesus of Nazareth? art thou come to destroy US? I know thee who thou art, the Holy One of God. And Jesus rebuked him, saying, HOLD THY PEACE, AND COME OUT OF HIM!" (Mark 1:23)
I DEMAND YOU DEMON IN THE MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS CHRIST TO COME OUT OF HER! FLEE! FLEE MARTHA JANE WALTERS HODGES DOSTER WATSON LAMOUREAUX !!! FLEE HER INFIRM BODY! FLEE HER INFIRM MIND!!
Flee her Devil! You have no right to her. She is my mother and you can not have her. She belongs to CHRIST!
Jesus is waiting church, can't you hear him calling ever so softly. We have all been foolish disregarding his Love, disregarding is Word.
The God we serve is awesome! He is perfect! He has a plan! He has vessels, some for honor and some for dishonor. Choose you this day which you shall be.
"And he healed many that were sick of divers diseases, and cast out many devils; and suffered not the devils to speak, because they knew him."
They knew Him church! The devil knows more than we do that Christ is real! Christ is miraculous! He is kind, easily entreated, quick to forgive. Reach out church! Fall on your knees, pray for his intervention in your life.
Have mercy on US Christ! Give us the strength to march boldly to your throne. Give us the power to forsake evil. In the mighty name of Jesus I pray for all of the broken fractured creatures on this earth. Heal US Lord. Heal US of our infirmities, Heal us of double mindedness, Remove the fear Lord. Grant us courage Lord!
This is my sincere humble prayer Lord. In Jesus' Mighty name I pray.
Thank you Lord for your infinite wisdom, thank you for your courage.
Thank you Lord for the privilege of being your witness.
I was motherless and fatherless. I cried out to Jesus. My prayers floated up to the heavens as the despicable cretins laughed. What does a little girl do when she realizes that she is no more than a dirty Kotex in the eyes of her mother? She screams; "Save Me Jesus!" to the top of her little lungs while her sinister mother screams over and over; "The more you cry the less you piss!"
"Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer..." Jesus so softly whispered in my ear as I suffered her stings and arrows over and over.
Dear Lord thank you for your revelation, thank you for your explanation.
Yes I am still suffering church but the Lord is lifting me. Yes He is healing me, He is infusing me with Joy as he drains the pain. Praise the Lord church!
This sorry saga began well before I was conceived. I did detect it. I did smell it. It was that ever present pink elephant in the room. It was a family secret, some deep dark secret that was never to be discussed. I must credit my family, they buried it deep. It was only in the last few years that my mother divulged any hint of the "family secret" , she very nonchalantly mentioned that she was brutally raped as an eight year old child. How horrible. I personally traced this event back to her fracture, to her splintering, to her arrested development.
I do not know the "secret", I can only surmise. I know a lot a tragedy befell Jerome Walter's family. A raped baby daughter, a murdered seventeen year old son.
A lot a mysticism, a lot of clairvoyance, a lot of "hoodoo" or "root working", a lot of misguided ignorance. Most of this ignorance was left over from slavery, passed down for generations. But no more. You shall Proceed No Further Devil! Stop cold in your tracks and Flee!
My cousin told me that she smashed a tiny puppy between two bricks when she was a little girl. That is evidence of the fracture, of the arrested development, of Satanic attack! There was no psychiatrist, no counseling for a damaged little girl in Wade, North Carolina in 1933. Black people could not seek medical attention in the hospital. Ignorantly they hid it. It was buried deep but it did not die. It rose from the grave and assaulted me, laid me low, tried to suffocate me, tried to kill me. But my Dear Lord would not hear of it. Flee Devil! Your time is up! You better run Satan! I tell you He is coming back to judge the quick and the dead.
You better be quick church. You better be quick to heed His Word.
Two beautiful little girls reduced to the status of nigger by the world. Two of God's children, two vessels that the world said were created for dishonor.
A beautiful brilliant girl was reduced to the status of nigger in a racist world. Some one must have encouraged her to live by her wits, by schemes and scams. Someone taught her to back God's Word with "dust". Someone taught her to be selfish and to look out for herself only. Some where she learned to hate. Hate the color black, hate being a female, hate men, just hate. Someone taught her to sneak, to throw a rock and hide her hand. She knew that she was incapable of this thing called "love" so she learned to pretend. At some point in her life she struck upon terror as the ultimate weapon and she has used it very successfully for eighty-five years!
Pray for her church. Pray during the Hour of Power. Fall down on your knees at 7:27 in the a.m. Meet the Lord on His threshing floor. Pray that he separate the wheat from the tares, from the chaff.
I will not believe Satan's lies, he is not and can not be victorious. I will not claim it. I rebuke Satan and his minions.
He commanded US to Love ye one another and He also told US from such stay away.
Walk In prayer. Walk in His Light! Pray and know that ye have been made whole.
Be Blessed. "Hold yourself up as much as you can."
No homework children. Just pray. Pray that Our Dear Lord will be quick to heal Our dying world. Pray to be a Blessing.
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
There came a voice from heaven!..? I have no doubt in this Biblical Truth. I know it to be an absolute fact. I know it in every fiber of my being. I know it in every cell of my body. Listen carefully now, hear me and hear me well. My Heavenly Father deposited His Spirit deep down in my DNA before I was formed in the belly. I know it happened because I heard that same voice when I was four years old. He promised to never leave me, to never forsake me and He never has.
What an awesome God we (I) serve. Everything you've ever done or will do has been foretold.
We are all His vessels children. Some of us are for honor and some of us are for dishonor. But the Dear Lord in His infinite wisdom lets us choose.
God asked me to pray this prayer, won't you linger here with me for a moment church?
Dear Lord I beseech thee as humbly as I know how. I thank you for your Word, I thank you for your tender mercies, I thank you for my life.
Dear Lord I pray for our cold cruel world. Dear Lord I pray in the MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS CHRIST! to free Us from this oppression. Dear Lord free us from Satanic attack. Dear Lord I rebuke Satan and his legion of demons. I command these demons to flee.
Dear Lord shine a light so bright that the whole world can see. Deliver Us ALL from Satan's plan.
"And there was in their synagogue a man with an unclean spirit; and he cried out, Saying, Let US alone; what have we to do with thee, thou Jesus of Nazareth? art thou come to destroy US? I know thee who thou art, the Holy One of God. And Jesus rebuked him, saying, HOLD THY PEACE, AND COME OUT OF HIM!" (Mark 1:23)
I DEMAND YOU DEMON IN THE MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS CHRIST TO COME OUT OF HER! FLEE! FLEE MARTHA JANE WALTERS HODGES DOSTER WATSON LAMOUREAUX !!! FLEE HER INFIRM BODY! FLEE HER INFIRM MIND!!
Flee her Devil! You have no right to her. She is my mother and you can not have her. She belongs to CHRIST!
Jesus is waiting church, can't you hear him calling ever so softly. We have all been foolish disregarding his Love, disregarding is Word.
The God we serve is awesome! He is perfect! He has a plan! He has vessels, some for honor and some for dishonor. Choose you this day which you shall be.
"And he healed many that were sick of divers diseases, and cast out many devils; and suffered not the devils to speak, because they knew him."
They knew Him church! The devil knows more than we do that Christ is real! Christ is miraculous! He is kind, easily entreated, quick to forgive. Reach out church! Fall on your knees, pray for his intervention in your life.
Have mercy on US Christ! Give us the strength to march boldly to your throne. Give us the power to forsake evil. In the mighty name of Jesus I pray for all of the broken fractured creatures on this earth. Heal US Lord. Heal US of our infirmities, Heal us of double mindedness, Remove the fear Lord. Grant us courage Lord!
This is my sincere humble prayer Lord. In Jesus' Mighty name I pray.
Thank you Lord for your infinite wisdom, thank you for your courage.
Thank you Lord for the privilege of being your witness.
I was motherless and fatherless. I cried out to Jesus. My prayers floated up to the heavens as the despicable cretins laughed. What does a little girl do when she realizes that she is no more than a dirty Kotex in the eyes of her mother? She screams; "Save Me Jesus!" to the top of her little lungs while her sinister mother screams over and over; "The more you cry the less you piss!"
"Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer..." Jesus so softly whispered in my ear as I suffered her stings and arrows over and over.
Dear Lord thank you for your revelation, thank you for your explanation.
Yes I am still suffering church but the Lord is lifting me. Yes He is healing me, He is infusing me with Joy as he drains the pain. Praise the Lord church!
This sorry saga began well before I was conceived. I did detect it. I did smell it. It was that ever present pink elephant in the room. It was a family secret, some deep dark secret that was never to be discussed. I must credit my family, they buried it deep. It was only in the last few years that my mother divulged any hint of the "family secret" , she very nonchalantly mentioned that she was brutally raped as an eight year old child. How horrible. I personally traced this event back to her fracture, to her splintering, to her arrested development.
I do not know the "secret", I can only surmise. I know a lot a tragedy befell Jerome Walter's family. A raped baby daughter, a murdered seventeen year old son.
A lot a mysticism, a lot of clairvoyance, a lot of "hoodoo" or "root working", a lot of misguided ignorance. Most of this ignorance was left over from slavery, passed down for generations. But no more. You shall Proceed No Further Devil! Stop cold in your tracks and Flee!
My cousin told me that she smashed a tiny puppy between two bricks when she was a little girl. That is evidence of the fracture, of the arrested development, of Satanic attack! There was no psychiatrist, no counseling for a damaged little girl in Wade, North Carolina in 1933. Black people could not seek medical attention in the hospital. Ignorantly they hid it. It was buried deep but it did not die. It rose from the grave and assaulted me, laid me low, tried to suffocate me, tried to kill me. But my Dear Lord would not hear of it. Flee Devil! Your time is up! You better run Satan! I tell you He is coming back to judge the quick and the dead.
You better be quick church. You better be quick to heed His Word.
Two beautiful little girls reduced to the status of nigger by the world. Two of God's children, two vessels that the world said were created for dishonor.
A beautiful brilliant girl was reduced to the status of nigger in a racist world. Some one must have encouraged her to live by her wits, by schemes and scams. Someone taught her to back God's Word with "dust". Someone taught her to be selfish and to look out for herself only. Some where she learned to hate. Hate the color black, hate being a female, hate men, just hate. Someone taught her to sneak, to throw a rock and hide her hand. She knew that she was incapable of this thing called "love" so she learned to pretend. At some point in her life she struck upon terror as the ultimate weapon and she has used it very successfully for eighty-five years!
Pray for her church. Pray during the Hour of Power. Fall down on your knees at 7:27 in the a.m. Meet the Lord on His threshing floor. Pray that he separate the wheat from the tares, from the chaff.
I will not believe Satan's lies, he is not and can not be victorious. I will not claim it. I rebuke Satan and his minions.
He commanded US to Love ye one another and He also told US from such stay away.
Walk In prayer. Walk in His Light! Pray and know that ye have been made whole.
Be Blessed. "Hold yourself up as much as you can."
No homework children. Just pray. Pray that Our Dear Lord will be quick to heal Our dying world. Pray to be a Blessing.
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Thursday, November 4, 2010
You Can't Buy It
You can't buy it, you can't fake it, and you sure can't take It! Can the church say Amen? Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! There is something inside me that just won't let me hold my peace. I gonna' tell IT! I gonna' tell IT until one of God's children finally hears me.
Warning! Warning! Some of us have lived with Satan incarnate too long. Paralyzed with fear we cower, lie and pretend. Quit trying to bend a lie into the Truth. Quit waiting on the Lord to rescue you. The Lord is waiting on you! Won't you hear him? Won't you heed His Word? Won't you trust Him?
Satan is alive and well, marching to and fro, seeking whom he can destroy. You can not placate the devil. He (she) is ravenous, blood thirsty, insatiable and hell bent on your destruction.
Get your head out of the clouds, Think! Look! and Listen!
I do believe there is a Word from the Lord today! He said that He is coming back to judge the quick and the dead. The quick to learn, the quick to heed, the dead in spirit, the dead in their own lies, the dead in their unrighteous deeds.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! He said that you would have to moan sometime. He said you would have to go into your secret closet to pray. Will you moan with me church? Will you search your heart? Will you clean yourself up and come to Jesus? Will you fall prostrate in front of his throne and ask Him to forgive You? Will you ask him to clean up up, wash you white as snow?
I do believe in my sanctified mind that the Lord sent me here today to remind us, to urge us to read and study His Word because we are in trouble church, we are in danger
Of Hell fire. All of us, not some of us. My God is no respecter of man. God doesn't care what color you are! Stop that foolishness. God doesn't care how much money or education you have! God could care less if you tithe. It's your heart. It's your heart I tell you! Is your heart right church?
Please moan with me church! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Consider your ways! Consider your days! Where ever you are drop down on your knees to praise Him! Now thank Him! Thank Him for His goodness! His mercy! It wasn't you! It was God working through you! Let Him work through you again. Reach out and touch the hem of His garment!
Yes Lord! Yes Lord I surrender! I surrender all pride! I surrender my ego! I'm taking the make-up off Lord. I'm throwing the mask away! Help me Lord!!!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
I know it's too hard for us Lord. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Man's little brain can't conceive of your Truth! I know that I know! Something got a hold of me this morning church and it just won't let me hold my peeeeeeeace!
Our text is 2 Timothy 3, you must read it church! You must study it! tattoo it on your heart!
Let's read it together saints! "This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves,"... of their Own Selves! Covetous! Covetous! That means they suffer from jealous envy. They got it all but they can't get enough! They want all of theirs and all of yours! They want your talent. They want your Joy! I tell you they want your Joy children. They are boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy.
Help me Jesus! Help me Father! Strengthen me Lord! Lift me up, prop me up on every leaning side!
"Without natural natural affection!"...without natural affection! They can't even love their own children! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! help them to hear me Lord! they are trucebreakers...you know the kind..the police are always at their house, always arresting them! Help me Father! Help me to preach this thing!
They are false accusers! False accusers, they lie on every body, the living and the dead! They would rather lie on their dear saintly father before they will embrace your Truth! They are incontinent, they are fierce. I mean they are fierce children. They will cuss you out, they will lay you Low. They are dispisers of those that are good. No they can't stand to see good in anyone, not even in themselves. The Devil got'um. Got'um and been had'um. Hey forget grammar! This is not about grammar. It is about His Gospel, His Holy Word! OhhhhhhhhLord!
You know the devil got'um and you know the devil got you too.
"FROM SUCH STAY AWAY!" Now the Lord done told you! The Lord told you to stay away but you keep going back because you refuse to listen. You refuse to trust God.
Cast your cares upon the Lord children. Trust Him children. He promised to never leave you, he promised to never forsake you. Why don't you try Him? Try Him tonight!
For of this sort are which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts. Ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the TRUTH. But they shall PROCEED NO FURTHER! THEY SHALL PROCEED NO FURTHER. They will not go another futher!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh Lord! Help me! Unstop their ears Lord! Open their blinded eyes. Come by here Lord! Somebody needs you Lord. Some of us got messed up. We messed up and only you, only You Lord can clean Us up!
You said in you word Lord that you made some vessels of gold and silver, but also wood and clay, some for honor and for DISHONOR. Therefore if anyone CLEANSES himself from the latter, he will be a vessel of HONOR!
Let me make sure you understand what that means church. That means some of you come into the world with evil stacked against you. Some of you were born hated before you got here. God knows that you have been mistreated children. God knows your story. He knows that you were born for dishonor! But your story is not over children, all is not lost. It is never over. He said to clean yourself up. He told you to flee youthful lusts. He told you to pursue righteousness, pursue faith, pursue love children. Chase it, run it down. Pursue peace with those that call on the Lord out of a PURE heart.
Isn't that beautiful children? "...call on the Lord out of a pure heart."
He who hath ears let him hear.
Do you have a PURE heart children? Are you clean? Have you been washed in the blood?
Call on Him children. Do not be ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
He wants to save you. His hand is out stretched. Won't you grab it? Won't you let the Lord pull you out of that pit?
The doors of the church are now open. Won't you come on down to the alter. Let Him bless you. Let Him clean you up. Let Him make you a vessel of Honor. Turn your back on the devil children. Step out on faith. Trust Him with the rest of your life. You can't do it alone. You can't navigate this wicked world without the Lord on your side.
Thank you Lord! Thank you for these proselytes. Bless them Lord. Keep them up Lord. Help them to hold their heads up! Humble them Lord. Keep them on the straight and narrow. You said "Straight is the gate and narrow is the way." We know most will not heed your word. They can't trust. Forgive them Lord give them another chance. Tell them it is not over. It is never over. It is not over until they take their last breath. We pray for them Lord. We pray that you heal and clean them up before it is too late.
In Jesus' sweet blessed name we pray.
You are dismissed children. Go and pray, go and live right. Go and be a blessing. Old ones help the young ones. Young ones listen to His Holy Word. Study to show yourself approved. Flee youthful lusts. Hold on strong, hold on to God's unchanging hand.
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
(Somebody come heah and hep me up!)
Thank you Jesus!
*This sermon has been brought to you by the Holy Ghost because God knows how desperately we need him.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up as much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Warning! Warning! Some of us have lived with Satan incarnate too long. Paralyzed with fear we cower, lie and pretend. Quit trying to bend a lie into the Truth. Quit waiting on the Lord to rescue you. The Lord is waiting on you! Won't you hear him? Won't you heed His Word? Won't you trust Him?
Satan is alive and well, marching to and fro, seeking whom he can destroy. You can not placate the devil. He (she) is ravenous, blood thirsty, insatiable and hell bent on your destruction.
Get your head out of the clouds, Think! Look! and Listen!
I do believe there is a Word from the Lord today! He said that He is coming back to judge the quick and the dead. The quick to learn, the quick to heed, the dead in spirit, the dead in their own lies, the dead in their unrighteous deeds.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! He said that you would have to moan sometime. He said you would have to go into your secret closet to pray. Will you moan with me church? Will you search your heart? Will you clean yourself up and come to Jesus? Will you fall prostrate in front of his throne and ask Him to forgive You? Will you ask him to clean up up, wash you white as snow?
I do believe in my sanctified mind that the Lord sent me here today to remind us, to urge us to read and study His Word because we are in trouble church, we are in danger
Of Hell fire. All of us, not some of us. My God is no respecter of man. God doesn't care what color you are! Stop that foolishness. God doesn't care how much money or education you have! God could care less if you tithe. It's your heart. It's your heart I tell you! Is your heart right church?
Please moan with me church! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Consider your ways! Consider your days! Where ever you are drop down on your knees to praise Him! Now thank Him! Thank Him for His goodness! His mercy! It wasn't you! It was God working through you! Let Him work through you again. Reach out and touch the hem of His garment!
Yes Lord! Yes Lord I surrender! I surrender all pride! I surrender my ego! I'm taking the make-up off Lord. I'm throwing the mask away! Help me Lord!!!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
I know it's too hard for us Lord. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Man's little brain can't conceive of your Truth! I know that I know! Something got a hold of me this morning church and it just won't let me hold my peeeeeeeace!
Our text is 2 Timothy 3, you must read it church! You must study it! tattoo it on your heart!
Let's read it together saints! "This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves,"... of their Own Selves! Covetous! Covetous! That means they suffer from jealous envy. They got it all but they can't get enough! They want all of theirs and all of yours! They want your talent. They want your Joy! I tell you they want your Joy children. They are boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy.
Help me Jesus! Help me Father! Strengthen me Lord! Lift me up, prop me up on every leaning side!
"Without natural natural affection!"...without natural affection! They can't even love their own children! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! help them to hear me Lord! they are trucebreakers...you know the kind..the police are always at their house, always arresting them! Help me Father! Help me to preach this thing!
They are false accusers! False accusers, they lie on every body, the living and the dead! They would rather lie on their dear saintly father before they will embrace your Truth! They are incontinent, they are fierce. I mean they are fierce children. They will cuss you out, they will lay you Low. They are dispisers of those that are good. No they can't stand to see good in anyone, not even in themselves. The Devil got'um. Got'um and been had'um. Hey forget grammar! This is not about grammar. It is about His Gospel, His Holy Word! OhhhhhhhhLord!
You know the devil got'um and you know the devil got you too.
"FROM SUCH STAY AWAY!" Now the Lord done told you! The Lord told you to stay away but you keep going back because you refuse to listen. You refuse to trust God.
Cast your cares upon the Lord children. Trust Him children. He promised to never leave you, he promised to never forsake you. Why don't you try Him? Try Him tonight!
For of this sort are which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts. Ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the TRUTH. But they shall PROCEED NO FURTHER! THEY SHALL PROCEED NO FURTHER. They will not go another futher!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh Lord! Help me! Unstop their ears Lord! Open their blinded eyes. Come by here Lord! Somebody needs you Lord. Some of us got messed up. We messed up and only you, only You Lord can clean Us up!
You said in you word Lord that you made some vessels of gold and silver, but also wood and clay, some for honor and for DISHONOR. Therefore if anyone CLEANSES himself from the latter, he will be a vessel of HONOR!
Let me make sure you understand what that means church. That means some of you come into the world with evil stacked against you. Some of you were born hated before you got here. God knows that you have been mistreated children. God knows your story. He knows that you were born for dishonor! But your story is not over children, all is not lost. It is never over. He said to clean yourself up. He told you to flee youthful lusts. He told you to pursue righteousness, pursue faith, pursue love children. Chase it, run it down. Pursue peace with those that call on the Lord out of a PURE heart.
Isn't that beautiful children? "...call on the Lord out of a pure heart."
He who hath ears let him hear.
Do you have a PURE heart children? Are you clean? Have you been washed in the blood?
Call on Him children. Do not be ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
He wants to save you. His hand is out stretched. Won't you grab it? Won't you let the Lord pull you out of that pit?
The doors of the church are now open. Won't you come on down to the alter. Let Him bless you. Let Him clean you up. Let Him make you a vessel of Honor. Turn your back on the devil children. Step out on faith. Trust Him with the rest of your life. You can't do it alone. You can't navigate this wicked world without the Lord on your side.
Thank you Lord! Thank you for these proselytes. Bless them Lord. Keep them up Lord. Help them to hold their heads up! Humble them Lord. Keep them on the straight and narrow. You said "Straight is the gate and narrow is the way." We know most will not heed your word. They can't trust. Forgive them Lord give them another chance. Tell them it is not over. It is never over. It is not over until they take their last breath. We pray for them Lord. We pray that you heal and clean them up before it is too late.
In Jesus' sweet blessed name we pray.
You are dismissed children. Go and pray, go and live right. Go and be a blessing. Old ones help the young ones. Young ones listen to His Holy Word. Study to show yourself approved. Flee youthful lusts. Hold on strong, hold on to God's unchanging hand.
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
(Somebody come heah and hep me up!)
Thank you Jesus!
*This sermon has been brought to you by the Holy Ghost because God knows how desperately we need him.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up as much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Monday, November 1, 2010
"I Will Not Die In Your Storm"
I limped into the Potter's House in Covington, Georgia, Sunday, October 31, 2010. The saints of that little Apostolic church could not know that my heart had stopped bleeding years ago and was now down to oozing puss. Hurt, layed low, pulverized I still managed a shrill scream; "You will not defeat me devil! SAVE ME JESUS!!!"
She took everything. My Jesus is the only thing that I have ever had that she didn't want. She!? My mother, Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoreaux. I must publish her whole name because the world deserves to know my story. Anonymity diminishes my story.
Oh yes, we all have a story, a unique story. Most stories are very ordinary and not worth repeating. Not my story, my life story is Biblical prophesy come to fruition. My testimony will save millions. It will heal, reconcile, it will correct.
My life is a praise song, it is a testament to the Goodness of Our Almighty God. It is a message to a dying world.
I do know that the Lord visited Rev. Sammy Williams' spirit and laid my burden on his heart. I am sure some may have questioned his "strange" sermon. "I Will Not Die In Your Storm". How could he know that was my issue? Hurt and laid low I have dragged myself from church to church. I have searched the scripture for years trying to understand "my life", my plight.
When Jonah's sin wrought a great tempest he admitted that it was his fault ;"And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you; for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you." (Jonah 1:12)
King David caused the death of Uriah and thousands upon thousands just to satisfy his lust. Jonah and David repented and God forgave them their sin. Why can't you do that Martha? You are exposed. Your stubborn incorrigible low character took you as far as it could. You are too old and infirm to tie people up and beat them. No one is going to get close enough to you to get shot or stabbed. And your "roots" are not working. Your Devil is failing you, he has forsaken you. There you stand all by yourself, guilty as sin. Doster your main perverted follower is long since dead. Your other fellow miscreants are either dead or crazy with Alzheimer's. What say you Martha? You're so smart. What is your answer?
Did you willfully and maliciously throw away a pair of beautiful second hand sandals that cousin *I*** gave me? Why did you do that Mathy? They were used. Was the opportunity to inflict pain upon that little dirty bastard too hard to pass up?
Did you and that thang you married use that little girl as a sex toy? Why did you do that Mathy Jane? Were you really that horny? Was total ruin and annihilation lurking in the back of your mind? Did that satisfy you?
Why were you always running to "root workers" all over North and South Carolina? You are a "root worker". Were you trying to double and triple your "power"?
Have you secretly hated your father, Jerome Walters, all these years?
Why do you hate him? Do you hate him for being right?
"Oh here we go! I know ; 'Mathy Jane apart from Christ you are nothing.' You don't know everything. What does a dumb ass black nigga farmer know?"
Jerome Walters told you that time changes all things. He didn't lie. Pick up His Book, every Word indicts you. You are indicted Mathy Jane. You are standing in the judgment stammering, trying to think of one of your best lies. You can't cuss out Jesus. Would you dare? Is the Lord lying? You can smear Gwen with your lies and the easily deceived will continue to believe you. Why, the foolish will follow you to the depths of a fiery hell and will never catch on. Billions followed Hitler and still love him to this day.
Don't you ever say that God never gave you a chance. Do not say that the good Lord did not give you a good father, good looks, great health, and a brilliant mind. God even gave you a long life.
Look at you still standing, still jabbering some nonsense trying to plead your pitiful lost case.
I will tell you Mathy what Jesus is going to tell you; "I never knew you!"
Pray for me children as I continue to heal. Do know that the Lord is sweeping up the pieces, he is knitting me back together and my tears of pain are slowly turning into tears of joy.
You don't have any homework today children. Just read this Poor Man's Prayer:
"Body bent, knee bowed, standing befo' you Lawd, as an empty pitcher before a full fountain, desiring to be filled wid' yo' goodness. You have been with me from the earliest rocking of my cradle up until this present moment. You know our hearts Our Father. And all de range of our deceitful minds and if you find anything like sin lurking in and around our hearts'. Ah ast you my Father, and my wonder workin' God to pluck it out. And cast it into de sea of forgetfulness, where it will never rise to harm us in dis world nor condemn us in de judgment. You heard me when Ah laid at hell's dark door with no weapon in my hand and no God in my heart. And cried for three long days and nights. You heard me Lawd, and stooped low and snatched me from the hell of eternal death and destruction. You established my feet on de rock of salvation. And yo' voice was heard in rumblin' judgment. I thank Thee that my last night's sleepin' couch was not my windin' sheet. Speak to de sinner man and bless'im. Touch all those who have been down to de doors of degradation. Ketch de man dat's layin' in danger of consumin' fire. And Lawd, when Ah kin pray no mo', When ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow. Look on me, yo' weak servant who feels de least of all, Point my soul a restin' place where Ah kin set down and praise yo' name forever is my prayer for Jesus' sake.
Amen and thank God."
If there be any mercy Lord help me find a co-signer for my pain. Lift them up Lord. Strengthen the scoffer, the unbeliever. Help us Lord. Help those that have become accursed, those that forgot your promise, remind them Lord that your Way is the Only Way.
In Christ's Holy Name I pray.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up as much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S.
"I Will Not Die In Your Storm"
She took everything. My Jesus is the only thing that I have ever had that she didn't want. She!? My mother, Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoreaux. I must publish her whole name because the world deserves to know my story. Anonymity diminishes my story.
Oh yes, we all have a story, a unique story. Most stories are very ordinary and not worth repeating. Not my story, my life story is Biblical prophesy come to fruition. My testimony will save millions. It will heal, reconcile, it will correct.
My life is a praise song, it is a testament to the Goodness of Our Almighty God. It is a message to a dying world.
I do know that the Lord visited Rev. Sammy Williams' spirit and laid my burden on his heart. I am sure some may have questioned his "strange" sermon. "I Will Not Die In Your Storm". How could he know that was my issue? Hurt and laid low I have dragged myself from church to church. I have searched the scripture for years trying to understand "my life", my plight.
When Jonah's sin wrought a great tempest he admitted that it was his fault ;"And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you; for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you." (Jonah 1:12)
King David caused the death of Uriah and thousands upon thousands just to satisfy his lust. Jonah and David repented and God forgave them their sin. Why can't you do that Martha? You are exposed. Your stubborn incorrigible low character took you as far as it could. You are too old and infirm to tie people up and beat them. No one is going to get close enough to you to get shot or stabbed. And your "roots" are not working. Your Devil is failing you, he has forsaken you. There you stand all by yourself, guilty as sin. Doster your main perverted follower is long since dead. Your other fellow miscreants are either dead or crazy with Alzheimer's. What say you Martha? You're so smart. What is your answer?
Did you willfully and maliciously throw away a pair of beautiful second hand sandals that cousin *I*** gave me? Why did you do that Mathy? They were used. Was the opportunity to inflict pain upon that little dirty bastard too hard to pass up?
Did you and that thang you married use that little girl as a sex toy? Why did you do that Mathy Jane? Were you really that horny? Was total ruin and annihilation lurking in the back of your mind? Did that satisfy you?
Why were you always running to "root workers" all over North and South Carolina? You are a "root worker". Were you trying to double and triple your "power"?
Have you secretly hated your father, Jerome Walters, all these years?
Why do you hate him? Do you hate him for being right?
"Oh here we go! I know ; 'Mathy Jane apart from Christ you are nothing.' You don't know everything. What does a dumb ass black nigga farmer know?"
Jerome Walters told you that time changes all things. He didn't lie. Pick up His Book, every Word indicts you. You are indicted Mathy Jane. You are standing in the judgment stammering, trying to think of one of your best lies. You can't cuss out Jesus. Would you dare? Is the Lord lying? You can smear Gwen with your lies and the easily deceived will continue to believe you. Why, the foolish will follow you to the depths of a fiery hell and will never catch on. Billions followed Hitler and still love him to this day.
Don't you ever say that God never gave you a chance. Do not say that the good Lord did not give you a good father, good looks, great health, and a brilliant mind. God even gave you a long life.
Look at you still standing, still jabbering some nonsense trying to plead your pitiful lost case.
I will tell you Mathy what Jesus is going to tell you; "I never knew you!"
Pray for me children as I continue to heal. Do know that the Lord is sweeping up the pieces, he is knitting me back together and my tears of pain are slowly turning into tears of joy.
You don't have any homework today children. Just read this Poor Man's Prayer:
"Body bent, knee bowed, standing befo' you Lawd, as an empty pitcher before a full fountain, desiring to be filled wid' yo' goodness. You have been with me from the earliest rocking of my cradle up until this present moment. You know our hearts Our Father. And all de range of our deceitful minds and if you find anything like sin lurking in and around our hearts'. Ah ast you my Father, and my wonder workin' God to pluck it out. And cast it into de sea of forgetfulness, where it will never rise to harm us in dis world nor condemn us in de judgment. You heard me when Ah laid at hell's dark door with no weapon in my hand and no God in my heart. And cried for three long days and nights. You heard me Lawd, and stooped low and snatched me from the hell of eternal death and destruction. You established my feet on de rock of salvation. And yo' voice was heard in rumblin' judgment. I thank Thee that my last night's sleepin' couch was not my windin' sheet. Speak to de sinner man and bless'im. Touch all those who have been down to de doors of degradation. Ketch de man dat's layin' in danger of consumin' fire. And Lawd, when Ah kin pray no mo', When ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow. Look on me, yo' weak servant who feels de least of all, Point my soul a restin' place where Ah kin set down and praise yo' name forever is my prayer for Jesus' sake.
Amen and thank God."
If there be any mercy Lord help me find a co-signer for my pain. Lift them up Lord. Strengthen the scoffer, the unbeliever. Help us Lord. Help those that have become accursed, those that forgot your promise, remind them Lord that your Way is the Only Way.
In Christ's Holy Name I pray.
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up as much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S.
"I Will Not Die In Your Storm"
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