you are immune or safe simply because you go to church every Sunday. Don't you believe for one moment you are "in" with GOD and that you deserve and will receive preferential treatment. "GOD is not a respecter of man."
You are going to get "Your just and honest due", period. You are going to suffer. Christ suffered trying to save you. "Jesus wept". You are going to do some crying on your journey here.
If you are fortunate like me, you are going to have some exciting times, some very special Spiritual Awakenings .
Truthfully, my life has been grand despite my awful mother. GOD blessed me with Jerome Walters! A tall handsome, wise, GOD fearing, real Christian man. A man that felt compelled to bless you with good advise, to point you in the right direction. Most of all my grandfather exposed all of the lies this world will have you to believe.
Of all the things he taught and shared with me, he never said anything negative about my mother. As a matter of fact he always encouraged us to love her and to help her. He did call her ignorant and he did tell her often that she was going to hell.
Not one word about her sadist nature. It was a cousin that told me she smashed a puppy to death as a child. She told me that she tried to kill her father when she was sixteen. She bragged about the babies she aborted, the woman she stabbed. We witnessed her extreme violence every day.
The fact is I knew the moment she called screaming in the phone; "Yo' daddy just blowed his heart out!!!!" Before the tragedy sunk in my first thought was; "She did it." Why did she instantly defend herself and set up an alibi? "I was in the bathroom taking a bath!"
That was laughable. I knew for a fact in the 27 years I had known her, that she never bathed on a Saturday morning. Regular bathing was not part of her make up. She didn't even bath to go to work. She took a "birdie" every day and bathed once a week and always at night. "Wash the necessary, give it a hit and a miss." she joked. No she didn't smell. Not when she went to work at least.
It is not that she was nasty or anything. It was part of her country up bringing. Country people traditionally bathed once a week and washed up during the week. Bathing was such a chore. Pumping and hauling water, heating it up on a wood burning stove, then pouring the hot water in a tin tub.
"They gave me a parrifin test!" (A test used for gunshot residue) Who asked you? Why are you volunteering a defense? "The wicked fleeth when no one pursueth."
"***** come heah wid dat gun. Daddy called him and told him to bring it ova here. There had been som burglaries in the neighborhood and he wuz scared."
My granddaddy scared!? I think not. I never witnessed my granddaddy scared of anything. He could have been depressed. All of us had grown up and left her hell hole except for the baby boy. We always took care of granddaddy. Bathed him, shaved him, cut his nails, etc. I counted it a joy.
Her screams of ;"When you goooooneeee DIE!!!? old man!" were still fresh in my memory from our last Thanksgiving together in 1978.
I was too cowardly to help him as I have admitted. Perhaps I said don't talk to granddaddy like that. Granddaddy was sad. I have photographic evidence of him sitting helpless in his wheelchair, his nub sticking out.
He was old and feeble. He could not walk or take care of himself. But he still had his "mouth". "You gwane tuh hell dawthur!"
Could it be that she thought taking his life and instantly becoming an ordained minister would wash away her many sins? I don't think she ever thought we were dumb enough to believe that our grandfather would commit suicide. But she knew full well how terrified we all were of her.
It almost worked. But, GOD kept speaking to me. Kept telling me; "Fear no man!" GOD kept telling me to tell her and anyone that would listen; "You will get you just and honest due on this planet earth."
Too bad I had to catch her red handed, up to her eyeballs in witch craft to finally say enough and go non contact.
Will she make it into the Kingdom? I doubt it. But, many will as a result of our story. Stay away from witchcraft! Don't even read your horoscope!"
Don't envy. Don't hate. Don't lie. Read and study your Bible. Most of all open your ears and listen to GOD's WORD.
The anniversary of his birth is rapidly approaching, July 12, 1894. I love you granddaddy and thank you for your prayers and sacrifices. I thank you so much for being a real man. Thank you for all the lessons you taught me by example. You taught me to stand up for myself and to never take crap off of anyone.
If I have to stand alone to tell the world what a horrible monster Martha Jane Walters is, I will . I refuse to be conned, intimidated or terrorized by that witch any longer.
She scared all of us, destroyed all of our dreams, then laughed. That poor puppy couldn't help itself. With the help of Almighty GOD I will stomp the devil under my feet. "No weapon formed against me will prosper!" "No lie will live forever."
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Monday, July 8, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
No, you didn't mean to ...
We know that you didn't mean to, we all know that it just happened. Eve didn't mean to get tricked by that snake and she didn't mean to influence Adam to disobey GOD. She did though. It happened and we have all suffered for Eve's gullibility and Adam's weakness for his woman.
Do you really know what it means to be "saved"? It means that you are protected. It means that GOD has His arms around you and will not let you do something that you will regret and hate yourself for. It means that evil people can not prosper from hurting you. Yes, they can hurt you. But, GOD will restore you, pay you double.
We all need salvation. We must pray for it. Live right, love the LORD!
Do you really know what it means to be "saved"? It means that you are protected. It means that GOD has His arms around you and will not let you do something that you will regret and hate yourself for. It means that evil people can not prosper from hurting you. Yes, they can hurt you. But, GOD will restore you, pay you double.
We all need salvation. We must pray for it. Live right, love the LORD!
Be With Me Jesus-Sam Cooke and the Soul Stirrers
Not one lie! My grandfather lived 84 years and he never told me one lie! I never knew my grandfather to ever lie to anyone about anything. Perhaps that was his "problem", some people did not like his brutal honesty. Don't come around my granddaddy with your baby if you weren't married. He would not bite his tongue; "Look lak you got the cart 'fore the ox!?"
I remember telling him to not tell a very sweet lady of the church that she had skinny legs. He was actually paying Mrs. *A***** a complement; " H**** you sho a pretty woman even if you do have skinny legs." So I butted in with don't say that granddaddy. He scolded me right then; "I'm seb- dey five years old! I'll say what I want to say!"
I know now that honesty takes courage. Cowards are the worse liars on this earth. For obvious reasons I do not like and have never liked two-faced, back-stabbing, phony people. You know, people that run up in your face complimenting you on an outfit or some success and turn around and talk about you like a dog in your face.
There are some people that just volunteer a lie. Nobody asked them. Worse than the liars are the jealous haters. Eyes red with envy, seething with anger and hatred because they think you got something you didn't deserve. These foolish people think that you took something from them.
You know what I think; there are just as many anti-mothers as real mothers. The only reason you don't know is because you don't want to know and victims of these vicious anti-mothers are too ashamed to let you know. That vicious anti-mother succeeded in instilling her fear. Her secret is safe with the cautious. (That's what cowards call themselves now days, "cautious")
One thing for sure. We are all going to be called Home one by one. GOD is going to separate the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats. You need to make that decision now. If you need courage, pray for it.
I remember telling him to not tell a very sweet lady of the church that she had skinny legs. He was actually paying Mrs. *A***** a complement; " H**** you sho a pretty woman even if you do have skinny legs." So I butted in with don't say that granddaddy. He scolded me right then; "I'm seb- dey five years old! I'll say what I want to say!"
I know now that honesty takes courage. Cowards are the worse liars on this earth. For obvious reasons I do not like and have never liked two-faced, back-stabbing, phony people. You know, people that run up in your face complimenting you on an outfit or some success and turn around and talk about you like a dog in your face.
There are some people that just volunteer a lie. Nobody asked them. Worse than the liars are the jealous haters. Eyes red with envy, seething with anger and hatred because they think you got something you didn't deserve. These foolish people think that you took something from them.
You know what I think; there are just as many anti-mothers as real mothers. The only reason you don't know is because you don't want to know and victims of these vicious anti-mothers are too ashamed to let you know. That vicious anti-mother succeeded in instilling her fear. Her secret is safe with the cautious. (That's what cowards call themselves now days, "cautious")
One thing for sure. We are all going to be called Home one by one. GOD is going to separate the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats. You need to make that decision now. If you need courage, pray for it.
Oh No!
I won't be afraid. I can't be afraid. You have no power or authority over my life. You could not run your own life. Just how do you think you could run or direct mine?
Granddaddy always said you were ignorant. You destroyed everything I ever wrote including my master's thesis. You can't destroy this blog!
My LORD! MY LORD! You have got to be the dumbest woman that ever lived. You tried to defeat Almighty GOD with "goofer dust" you collected in His Name!
Stop! Get on your knees where ever you are right now! Declare in the name of the Father and the Holy Ghost that you repent of your sins. Tell the LORD that you have been a fool. He knows. But the ones you have scarred and ruined need to know.
Quit living a lie. Who told you that you could live a common lustful life and just get up and walk away from every deed? That you could commit your filth and just pretend that it wasn't you, that it never happened?
Who told you that artificial phony love was just as good as real love? What made you think that you could get away forever? Read that book you preach from.
Just what GOD fearing, GOD loving real Christian is afraid of you? You daddy wasn't, was never intimidated. Never went along with your crap so you murdered him. Walked away, had a little sway in your sashay. Shame on you. You never marked his grave with a head stone. He left you land, a house and a man made lake. You squandered it.
Are you happy yet? Do you still believe that you are untouchable, unstoppable?
Poor Martha. You always labeled me as the family snitch, some one to be hated and talked about. You mailed me a letter smeared in your feces for no apparent reason. I won a house, got married and had a beautiful daughter. You chose to let satan enrage you. You decided to crucify me while I foolishly kept trying to win your love.
My medical doctor brother returned home after 25 years of estrangement. Pow! All the pieces of the puzzle finally fit neatly together.
Could it be that you still don't believe in GOD? Is GOD still your tool to deceive and ruin? Has it occurred to you that the only life you successfully ruined was your own?
Pray!
Granddaddy always said you were ignorant. You destroyed everything I ever wrote including my master's thesis. You can't destroy this blog!
My LORD! MY LORD! You have got to be the dumbest woman that ever lived. You tried to defeat Almighty GOD with "goofer dust" you collected in His Name!
Stop! Get on your knees where ever you are right now! Declare in the name of the Father and the Holy Ghost that you repent of your sins. Tell the LORD that you have been a fool. He knows. But the ones you have scarred and ruined need to know.
Quit living a lie. Who told you that you could live a common lustful life and just get up and walk away from every deed? That you could commit your filth and just pretend that it wasn't you, that it never happened?
Who told you that artificial phony love was just as good as real love? What made you think that you could get away forever? Read that book you preach from.
Just what GOD fearing, GOD loving real Christian is afraid of you? You daddy wasn't, was never intimidated. Never went along with your crap so you murdered him. Walked away, had a little sway in your sashay. Shame on you. You never marked his grave with a head stone. He left you land, a house and a man made lake. You squandered it.
Are you happy yet? Do you still believe that you are untouchable, unstoppable?
Poor Martha. You always labeled me as the family snitch, some one to be hated and talked about. You mailed me a letter smeared in your feces for no apparent reason. I won a house, got married and had a beautiful daughter. You chose to let satan enrage you. You decided to crucify me while I foolishly kept trying to win your love.
My medical doctor brother returned home after 25 years of estrangement. Pow! All the pieces of the puzzle finally fit neatly together.
Could it be that you still don't believe in GOD? Is GOD still your tool to deceive and ruin? Has it occurred to you that the only life you successfully ruined was your own?
Pray!
"No cross, No crown"
"Pick up your cross daily." Jesus, your LORD and Savior bared a cross for you. How can we be so selfish and self-centered? How can we live in GOD's beautiful world and not care, not be concerned with the plight of others?
I know full well what my cross is. The Dear LORD Almighty has anointed and appointed me to preach the Gospel Truth, to save our children. All of our children are in mortal danger! For years I have blogged attempting to warn the public of vile pedophiles that dupe us into believing they are something they are not.
I know that many people do not care to know my truth because it is so painful. Well, if it is too painful and depressing for you to know, what about me? What about the perhaps billions of children that are sacrificed daily for some selfish heinous demon's pleasure?
Don't you dare think nothing like what happened to me could ever happen in your family. You better be careful. Don't trust someone because they are "family". These ravenous demons are delighted that you trust them.
Why do they target children? Children don't usually tell. They just grow up to be scarred miserable adults. Some repeat the patterns of abuse.
I must tell! GOD compels me to tell. Our children are in peril! The world walks around deaf and dumb. Look into the eyes of our children pleading for help. Listen to someone that has been victimized by the cruelest abomination that ever lived.
You won't hide in GOD's church! GOD snatched your robe off! He took my blinders off. Praise the LORD!
I was in the fifth grade, attending Murray Elementary School on Honeycutt Road on the post (Fort Bragg, North Carolina). My teacher asked me for a note or some form which required a parent's signature. I had left mine at home evidently. She demanded that I go home that very minute to get it. The minute her request registered in my mine I was terrified. No one was at home except for my stepfather. My mother was at work and all my brothers were in school. He was a pervert. He had violated me many times since I met him at age four. I learned early how to circumnavigate him. To never be at home alone with him. I wasn't about to walk home in the afternoon to be his prey, his afternoon delight.
I screamed, cried and begged the teacher to not make me go. In my desperation I blurted out to my teacher and my entire firth grade class that my stepfather "touched" me. "Please don't make me go. I promise to bring the paper tomorrow!" I will never forget. She refused to listen. My hysterics meant nothing to her.
She was beautiful and white, 99% of my class was white. Did the color of my skin make them oblivious to my pain? Did my teacher think that all black men were perverts and this was just par for the course?
Yes, she made me go and he did molest me. I will never forgot it. Some how I knew my mother was behind it, just as guilty. Now I know that she was always the orchestrator. The "brains" behind their collective perversion.
He is long since dead, died in 1990, at age 60. She is still living, still lying, at age 88. Well she will be 88 in October. This poor confused woman made us believe keeping her hideous secrets was some form of loyalty or love due her.
Growing up she was always up to some "sickness". She forced us to look the other way or just remain mum. "Don't you black a** n****** tell a muthaf****** thang dat go on in dis house!" Of course we didn't. We didn't want to get cussed out or badly beaten. She was always right. We were worthless and the proverbial taunt; "You can't win for the fix you in! I can't lose for the stuff I use!" ricocheted in my ears every day.
I came to tell you, yes, you can lose Mathy Jane. You lost big time! The word is Patricide - the act of murdering one's father. Even you have to admit that is pretty low. I forgive you and pray for you. For 88 years you have always gravitated to the lowest, vilest acts. I don't know why. You probably don't know either.
This blog is no longer for you. It is rather apparent that you are never going to humble yourself, come to the throne of grace. Your poor little mind would rather pretend. But, you life has done wonders for me and I am sure that it will be a blessing for many that are headed down that same wrong road.
Give GOD your hand and your heart. Do know that Book is your GPS, your guide. Make sure you never let any one or anything separate you from the love of GOD. Don't let evil imps use or recruit you. Pray for strength and deliverance from evil.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
I know full well what my cross is. The Dear LORD Almighty has anointed and appointed me to preach the Gospel Truth, to save our children. All of our children are in mortal danger! For years I have blogged attempting to warn the public of vile pedophiles that dupe us into believing they are something they are not.
I know that many people do not care to know my truth because it is so painful. Well, if it is too painful and depressing for you to know, what about me? What about the perhaps billions of children that are sacrificed daily for some selfish heinous demon's pleasure?
Don't you dare think nothing like what happened to me could ever happen in your family. You better be careful. Don't trust someone because they are "family". These ravenous demons are delighted that you trust them.
Why do they target children? Children don't usually tell. They just grow up to be scarred miserable adults. Some repeat the patterns of abuse.
I must tell! GOD compels me to tell. Our children are in peril! The world walks around deaf and dumb. Look into the eyes of our children pleading for help. Listen to someone that has been victimized by the cruelest abomination that ever lived.
You won't hide in GOD's church! GOD snatched your robe off! He took my blinders off. Praise the LORD!
I was in the fifth grade, attending Murray Elementary School on Honeycutt Road on the post (Fort Bragg, North Carolina). My teacher asked me for a note or some form which required a parent's signature. I had left mine at home evidently. She demanded that I go home that very minute to get it. The minute her request registered in my mine I was terrified. No one was at home except for my stepfather. My mother was at work and all my brothers were in school. He was a pervert. He had violated me many times since I met him at age four. I learned early how to circumnavigate him. To never be at home alone with him. I wasn't about to walk home in the afternoon to be his prey, his afternoon delight.
I screamed, cried and begged the teacher to not make me go. In my desperation I blurted out to my teacher and my entire firth grade class that my stepfather "touched" me. "Please don't make me go. I promise to bring the paper tomorrow!" I will never forget. She refused to listen. My hysterics meant nothing to her.
She was beautiful and white, 99% of my class was white. Did the color of my skin make them oblivious to my pain? Did my teacher think that all black men were perverts and this was just par for the course?
Yes, she made me go and he did molest me. I will never forgot it. Some how I knew my mother was behind it, just as guilty. Now I know that she was always the orchestrator. The "brains" behind their collective perversion.
He is long since dead, died in 1990, at age 60. She is still living, still lying, at age 88. Well she will be 88 in October. This poor confused woman made us believe keeping her hideous secrets was some form of loyalty or love due her.
Growing up she was always up to some "sickness". She forced us to look the other way or just remain mum. "Don't you black a** n****** tell a muthaf****** thang dat go on in dis house!" Of course we didn't. We didn't want to get cussed out or badly beaten. She was always right. We were worthless and the proverbial taunt; "You can't win for the fix you in! I can't lose for the stuff I use!" ricocheted in my ears every day.
I came to tell you, yes, you can lose Mathy Jane. You lost big time! The word is Patricide - the act of murdering one's father. Even you have to admit that is pretty low. I forgive you and pray for you. For 88 years you have always gravitated to the lowest, vilest acts. I don't know why. You probably don't know either.
This blog is no longer for you. It is rather apparent that you are never going to humble yourself, come to the throne of grace. Your poor little mind would rather pretend. But, you life has done wonders for me and I am sure that it will be a blessing for many that are headed down that same wrong road.
Give GOD your hand and your heart. Do know that Book is your GPS, your guide. Make sure you never let any one or anything separate you from the love of GOD. Don't let evil imps use or recruit you. Pray for strength and deliverance from evil.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Saturday, July 6, 2013
It is possible ...
for a very wicked, totally faithless person, that is placed in a position of authority over you to torture and malign you covertly for many years, for decades. These monsters are very adept in the art of deception. They are very gifted in their ability to say everything you want to hear. They make a big deal of their artifical pretend love.
They do get caught, though. There is always someone around that is not nearly as naive or as desperate for any form of "love" as all of her victims.
Almighty GOD will deliver you. He will set you Free! He will because He loves You! He will because He said He would and GOD can not lie! Praise the LORD!!!
The LORD I love, raised the dead, gave sight to the blind and set this captive Free!
Dear LORD continue to lead and guide me in my quest to be healed and made whole. "To GOD be the Glory!"
They do get caught, though. There is always someone around that is not nearly as naive or as desperate for any form of "love" as all of her victims.
Almighty GOD will deliver you. He will set you Free! He will because He loves You! He will because He said He would and GOD can not lie! Praise the LORD!!!
The LORD I love, raised the dead, gave sight to the blind and set this captive Free!
Dear LORD continue to lead and guide me in my quest to be healed and made whole. "To GOD be the Glory!"
"Think on these things"
" Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. (Philippians 4:8)
There are so many good things to think about, to dwell on, while we are serving our time on this earth. Why can't we just think about the good things? Why are we often terrorized by our past? Too often our minds get clouded, confused or distracted by the evil we witness or experience on a daily basis.
The worse pain can come in the form of memories. A certain smell, a particular song or driving I-20, I-95 and Highway 301 trigger terror in me. After reliving the horror in my mind, my first question is always "Why?". "Why did we let that lunatic control and terrorize us?"
"Were we really that cowardly? Could we have ever been as dumb as she believed? Did her conjure work?"
Every day I push the very thought of her down. "Is she not the perfect demon? Why is it that she still remains invisible to so many people? Are they truly afraid of her? Is she so insignificant that no one cares? Is her incredible evil that stealth?"
People tell me to forget about her, to put her out of my mind. How? How do you "unring" that bell? She was traumatizing. One unique demonic episode after another. We have names for them, like the "Nothing but grits and grease!" episode.
I was fourteen, in the 9th grade, attending Washington Drive Junior High School in Fayetteville, North Carolina. She was secretary to the Dean of Students at Fayetteville State Teachers College. She looked normal. She was driving a big fine automobile and we were living in a brick hut on Dwain Drive.
I will never forget her busting in the front door very early that morning demanding that one of us take our sorry black a** outside and bring that huge sack of grits and whole side of fat back into the kitchen. She continued with a very nasty speech of how she was the only one that kept our black a**holes open and she didn't intend to feed us s*** but grits and grease. And that is exactly what she did. We had grits and fried fat back for more than 3 months. She laughed, she was delighted. She was punishing us for being born and burdening her otherwise carefree life.
To prove that she was cruel and irrational, one day she came home and pulled a t-bone steak bone out of her purse and sneered; "Know what I had for lunch?"
No, we didn't dare tell any one. The most simple minded retard knew better than to ever tell anything on Mathy. Evidently this blog is my attempt to reveal every thing I was forced to keep secret for so long.
Dear LORD I don't know what happened to Martha's mind. Perhaps I will never know why she is so devious and evil. I do pray for her. I do ask you to touch her cold black heart with a finger of love. I pray that you will touch her sick demented mind.
LORD I pray that her minions will finally be released. Open their eyes and ears, in the Mighty name of Jesus our LORD, I pray.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you , and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
There are so many good things to think about, to dwell on, while we are serving our time on this earth. Why can't we just think about the good things? Why are we often terrorized by our past? Too often our minds get clouded, confused or distracted by the evil we witness or experience on a daily basis.
The worse pain can come in the form of memories. A certain smell, a particular song or driving I-20, I-95 and Highway 301 trigger terror in me. After reliving the horror in my mind, my first question is always "Why?". "Why did we let that lunatic control and terrorize us?"
"Were we really that cowardly? Could we have ever been as dumb as she believed? Did her conjure work?"
Every day I push the very thought of her down. "Is she not the perfect demon? Why is it that she still remains invisible to so many people? Are they truly afraid of her? Is she so insignificant that no one cares? Is her incredible evil that stealth?"
People tell me to forget about her, to put her out of my mind. How? How do you "unring" that bell? She was traumatizing. One unique demonic episode after another. We have names for them, like the "Nothing but grits and grease!" episode.
I was fourteen, in the 9th grade, attending Washington Drive Junior High School in Fayetteville, North Carolina. She was secretary to the Dean of Students at Fayetteville State Teachers College. She looked normal. She was driving a big fine automobile and we were living in a brick hut on Dwain Drive.
I will never forget her busting in the front door very early that morning demanding that one of us take our sorry black a** outside and bring that huge sack of grits and whole side of fat back into the kitchen. She continued with a very nasty speech of how she was the only one that kept our black a**holes open and she didn't intend to feed us s*** but grits and grease. And that is exactly what she did. We had grits and fried fat back for more than 3 months. She laughed, she was delighted. She was punishing us for being born and burdening her otherwise carefree life.
To prove that she was cruel and irrational, one day she came home and pulled a t-bone steak bone out of her purse and sneered; "Know what I had for lunch?"
No, we didn't dare tell any one. The most simple minded retard knew better than to ever tell anything on Mathy. Evidently this blog is my attempt to reveal every thing I was forced to keep secret for so long.
Dear LORD I don't know what happened to Martha's mind. Perhaps I will never know why she is so devious and evil. I do pray for her. I do ask you to touch her cold black heart with a finger of love. I pray that you will touch her sick demented mind.
LORD I pray that her minions will finally be released. Open their eyes and ears, in the Mighty name of Jesus our LORD, I pray.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you , and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
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