I've recently had the unpleasant experience of being contacted by my estranged eldest daughter Adelaide. Let's just say in the breakdown of my history of being a mother, Adelaide was the prototype one'd rather forget. When she turned 15, she made it plain that she had turned on God and would find her own vexatious path with Satan. She'd cut down the modest garb I bought from the bargain hut with a pair of scissors to create her own "free speech" hussy outfits, and started listening to Jimi Hendrix all night and day, lusting for his Negro member, I fathom
. Finally, I cast her out of the trailer one night and we seldom spoke since.
Now she has emerged from her stinky hole, and messaged me on Yahoo. She claims to have brain cancer (Not surprised) and says she wants to come home and accept Jesus for real. This is Adelaide today:
Now let me indicate that not all my children were blessed from my virginal looks. What is the saying, daughters take after their fathers (Which technically makes any man who lusts after women partially homosexual). This is definitely the case here. Even though Mr. Moans is gone, I only need to take one look at Adelaide to remember him again.
So what will Jesus have me do with her, my eldest? As He's seen just to cast her with aggressive cancer, perhaps His feelings have been made clear. I question her contriteness and sincerity in serving Lord Jesus Christ, after years of resistance to all that is good and righteous. The question is,
what does she want?