In the long miserable years before meeting Lame Cherry, I was hopelessly enslaved in the bonds of a first real love to a pathetic excuse for a man who chose his scheming pervy family, friends, and ultimately a lesbo horse-toothed pseudo intellectual girl over me and over our unborn child. That rejection hurt for a long time, a deep down soul-crushing poignant hurt that to this day rears its ugly head upon occasion. Occasions like today.
I always imagined there would be an emotional deathbed reunion, as he has a chronic disease eating him alive from the inside out. Tears, hugs, remonstrations, apologies, vows of eternal love, all that crap. But now, all I can think of is how satisfying it will be to view him in the future Jubilee as he will burn with a fire that does not quench and a worm that does not die. I also look to a Future where this memory of him will fade and his entire existence will be wiped out never to appear again.
I asked God recently why he wasn't dead yet, and the reply I received was that God was currently weighing him and his sins in the balance. I guess God is finished with the measure, because he has been trying time and time again to contact me from his deathbed (which I dreamed about six years ago).
There is no way he can ask me now for a miraculous recovery or absolution from the mountain of heinous sins he has amassed against me. he wants forgiveness, he can ask my Father in Heaven. I gave that decision to Him long ago.
You have been warned. LC and I are merely an introduction to the Two Witnesses, showing you the Kindness of God where they will be the Justice of God. Time is running out. When we are gone, your best chance at taking steps towards Redemption will also be gone.
So be it with him, and so it will be with you.
agtG
To the brats: donate for your own good. Putting off Judgment till later only makes it worse, and Judgment shall find you in the end.
