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.