Amen to that. Please pray that God will go with me. I'm going to spend some 
time with my sister. I know, it hasn't been long since I got back from 
another trip, but I'm going back, because she asked me to. Of course, my 
aunt thinks I said something bad about her to make Jenny ask me if I wanted 
to go home with her. The nerve of that woman! Yes, I need a place of my own. 
I'm just not willing to go through this any more. Pray for me, that not only 
will I have a safe trip up there, but that I'll actually enjoy myself. Also 
please pray that I'll be able to relax while I'm there.
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Reeva Parry" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, April 22, 2008 10:18 AM
Subject: Re: please pray that peace will return to my home


> Kim, Honey,
>
>  I believe that you need to get out of there! And! Now!!!!
>
> The Holy Spirit is telling me, Mari, that that home is infested with 
> demonic activity!! Peace will never return to that house! You must take 
> the initiative to get out, and now, especially if John has threatened to 
> slap you. Take it from Mari's own experience. People who threaten violence 
> generally, eventually, act on their threats. Violence can escalate 
> rapidly, and you can never be sure when this violence will rear its ugly 
> head! You can never trust John! Peace will never return to your heart, 
> unless you get out of that freakin' house!!
>
>
> LOVE IN OUR LORD, JESUS CHRIST,
>
> Reeva Parry and Mari Mizrahi.
>
>
> At 03:26 PM 3/26/2008, Kim Etheridge said:
>
>>Hi. I'm sorry, if this email is way too long, but I've got something to 
>>get off my chest. The EChurch family is really good at praying for people 
>>and situations, and listening to other's problems. Last night was awful! I 
>>couldn't sleep, I got up to relieve myself at about
>>5:30, and the black cat we've got was in the middle of the floor. I almost
>>tripped over her and fell, but I grabbed the bathroom door, and although I
>>didn't mean for it to, it bumped the shower door, and John, the man who
>>lives with my aunt and me, woke up. All he cares about is his beauty 
>>sleep.
>>Never mind that I could have fallen on the concrete floor and busted my 
>>head
>>wide
>>open. Never mind that the cat shouldn't be under my feet at all times. 
>>Never
>>mind that I'm totally blind, which isn't any fault of my own, by the way,
>>and never mind that I could have been hurt or worse yet killed. I could 
>>have
>>even killed his precious toe biting witch of a cat for tripping over her,
>>not that I wanted to do anything like that. My aunt Shirley's the same 
>>way.
>>To her, the world revolves around John. "Kim, be quiet, or you'll wake 
>>John
>>up. We need to see what John wants for supper. Wait till John gets home."
>>I'm just tired of it. Of course, she thinks I'm jealous, but I'm not.
>>Granted, I'd want her to love and care for me, and she does, but I 
>>wouldn't
>>want anyone suffering because her whole world revolved around me. Anyway, 
>>I
>>finally went to sleep, and had a nightmare. It wasn't
>>as bad as the other night, but I dreamed that my sister Jennifer had 
>>another
>>baby. It was a boy, and she and someone was going on a vacation for a few
>>months. This happened when the baby was six months old and crawling on the
>>floor. It was weird. His name was Linda Nell, which is really weird,
>>considering it's a lady's name. Of course, Linda Nell is the name of one 
>>of
>>my friend's workers. Anyway, Jenny and I were discussing her vacation, how
>>long she'd be gone, and the like, when she said I was going to have to
>>keep Linda Nell. I'm like, "What! I can't change diapers, or fix his
>>bottles." She's like, "Well, Kim, I know, but you've still got to keep 
>>him,
>>we can't
>>take him with us." I'm like, "OK, maybe Shirley will help me.", and she's
>>like, "Kim, I don't know.", to which I replied, "Oh. Well, it's a good 
>>thing
>>you'll only be gone for a week." She's like, "Kim, we'll be gone for eight
>>months." I'm like, "Eight months! What am I going to do?" Anyway, the baby
>>was
>>constantly making a mess of his diapers, using the bathroom on the floor,
>>and the like, and I'm like, "Jennifer!" She's like, "Well, Kim, the next
>>time, pick him up and take him to the toilet. You'll just have to hold him
>>still." I'm like, "Oofffffff!" That's when Shirley woke me, and boy, was I
>>glad! Please pray that one, I'll be able to sleep tonight, that the cat
>>won't be in the rest room, when I have to go and relieve myself, and that
>>God will guard my sleep and my dreams. Oh, after last night, I wish there
>>were two bathrooms, instead of one. You'd think that a house that has 
>>three
>>bedrooms would have more than one bathroom. I'm sorry for the long email,
>>but I just had to get this off my chest. Also, please pray that either I
>>find somewhere else to live, or that I can at least try to get closer to
>>John. Good grief, the slightest noise wakes him. Maybe the Lord will help 
>>my
>>footsteps to be silent, or better yet, put him in a sleep so deep that 
>>only
>>a fire alarm will be able to wake him. I'm sorry, if this is selfish, but
>>I'm just frustrated, exhausted, overwhelmed, scared that he'll eventually
>>turn violent, as he's threatened to slap me before, annoyed that we have a
>>toe biting witch of a cat who likes to get under my feet, while I'm trying
>>to relieve myself, ticked off that I have to be scared of someone in my 
>>own
>>home, and just plain exasperated that I can't do anything without anyone
>>hearing me. I don't mind that God knows what I'm doing and that He hears 
>>it,
>>but I'm talking about other humans. Again, do forgive me for such a long
>>email.
>