Chapter 2 To Continue The Saga Of The Mother In The Family—A True Story.

For myself? I couldn’t have told you whether my father did or did not spoke English, because?

Well, because I hadn’t had the foggiest idea about any other languages at the time. I was quite enchanted with my own language to worry about English or anything else, even to worry about my father’s education or linguistic ability.

The point being that my people were not ignorant people. Perhaps un-educated, yes. But, what good education would have done?

The Ignorance Of The Truth In The Almighty’s Word? The Cause And Effect Of Mine And This Insanity Ridden World….

It was not ignorance of the Almighty, or lack of goodly ways either, for I grew up in a goodly and moral environment, more so than the modern environment of this day and age.

I remember one time, I shall never forget it. My grandmother taught us to pray. We used to have prayer meetings often.

It was hard to pray because we had to kneel in the dirt floor for a long time and go through the whole “rosary”. (The rosary beads prayer).

On top of that? My grandmother did not know the exact format to pray the rosary. So, they, the grown-ups had to keep saying back and forth “no, not that way, we forgot to say this or that, let’s start over again from ….”

Oh man! Poor old kiddos with the knees on that dirt! So, when I went away “into the wide world yonder” of the little country town nearest to my father’s land, to “Boarding School” in pursuit of an education, when I came home for break?

I was most enthusiastic about bringing my grandmother the “educated way of prayer.” My grandmother listened carefully and with a kind but firm tone of voice she said something to the effect,

“That’s very good, I am very glad that you have learned, and now that you know how to pray, would you go ahead and pray, my dear daughter?”

For goodness’s sake! I wasn’t the one interested in praying. All I wanted was to teach her the format of the rosary so that I wouldn’t have to pray for such a long time, but!

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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