The State Park by Frankie Dawson
“Oh please, help my son, Lord, these fucks are trying to kill my baby to hurt me…nobody believes me, I can’t go to North Carolina, I have no help, please, Lord, help me!
Lord don’t let them harm my son…I plead the blood of Jesus!”
Those were the only words I could pray through my tears.
My youngest son was going to Bible school in North Carolina. It was his decision to go to North Carolina because he had friends up there and Texas was too mean…he was hurting because his dreams were not coming as had been prophesied.
Little did I know that they, the Air Force…veterans…the enemy would be there, too.
He enrolled in the School of Revival in Durham, North Carolina. He was doing well, everything seemed good, I was paying his tuition, I got compliments from students, teachers via phone on how my son was doing well and liked by everyone.
People liked my son up there, but, then the fucks got time to “form their weapons”( Isaiah 54:17)
Where ever these fucks go, I don’t know who they are. You might say this is spiritual and you are absolutely right. The government puts up with this “internal terrorism”,
but in the Name of Jesus, 2 Corinthians 10:4 For the weapons of my warfare is not carnal, but mighty through You, God to the pulling down of strongholds—intimidation, fears, doubts, unbelief, and failure. I deny arguments and theories and reasonings and every proud thing that sets itself against the knowledge of God; and I lead every thought and purpose captive to the obedience of Christ, the Messiah, the Anointed One, Jesus.
He applied for a government job at William B Umstead State Park in 2018 in Raleigh, North Carolina. He got the job. He was so happy.
“Hello, Ms. Frankie (he likes to call me by my first name) I got the job at the park!” He said.
“I am so happy for you, baby,” I said.
“I’ll need some boots, mom, for hiking around the park. I am so excited, it is so beautiful up here.”
“I will send you the money for your boots, son, God is so good. I knew you could make it up there. Don’t come back to Texas”
Several weeks later, he called me…they had physically beat him up on government property and fired him. The supervisor or whoever was in charge tried to entice my son to attack and he didn’t, so they beat him up and sent him back to school unemployed.
The school turned on him, they had to protect their reputation. They sent fucked up letters, lying, saying how they loved him and all that shit.
They, the school had him committed to an “insane asylum” 200 miles away from the school. I was calling frantically trying to find out where he was…
A white woman saved my son. She went to that place and walked out with my son. No papers signed, no protocol…they just gave him over to her jurisdiction I won’t mention her name because the fucks will and have tried to mess up her life. But I plead the blood of Jesus over her and her family.
My son is back home, now. The fucks keep him from getting the medical attention he needs. But that’s all right. My son is healed, in Jesus' Name.
The Lord said, His Word is sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Hebrews 4:12
I decree and declare that the law of the Spirit of Life in Christ Jesus has made my son free from the law of sin and death. My son is resolute, determined, whole, of a gentle, modest spirit, he is virtuous because of the Word implanted and rooted in his heart which contains the power to save his soul (mind, will, and emotions).
Don’t mess with a mamma bear’s young…you twits!