Tear Drop

After taking a beating from warfare religious groups and people in neighboring states, Mom needed help. This is a wonderful story about a mom that couldn’t get out of bed. Brian Donald Smith II is life force. Life force is the force of the center of me; it’s in the atmosphere and universe and life force of Kingdom and the Nexium, running here and running there. Life force is your attitude, the way you walk, the way you talk; it has rhythm and bounce—its signs of miracle and wonders and a force that is within you. You are a force in the universe and with the Lord thy God, the Lord Jesus Christ, the Kingdom of Heaven, and the Kingdom of the Lord thy God. “You, Mommy, are life force, running here and running there.” Life force is your attitude, the way you walk, the way you talk; it has rhythm and bounce—its signs of miracle and wonders and a force that is within you. You are a force in the universe and with the Kingdom of the Lord thy God. Brian Donald Smith II was in trouble and needed help from the Lord thy God and the Lord Jesus Christ. With great disappointment, Mommy is not yet up walking around. Jesus, showing signs of concern, decides with his hands. Putting his hands to his face does something miraculous. The Lord thy God in a pink body dressed in black pants that is up to his calf, kind of rugged and ridged, does something with me with a really large kite, a kite that blows in the wind and me, Brian Donald Smith II, hanging on tightly in the street. He’s just outside my window—God is in two places at once—showing me how to get back up after a tragedy. God said, “It’s like this: Just go with the flow. It blows in the wind. It’s like a walk in the park. We’re flying. We’re flying. It’s a kite.” He’s flying a kite for me. I’m on his back. I’m hanging on. God is showing me it’s going to be alright. God says, “It’s big, I know.” “I’m hanging on.” “It blows, so hang on tight and don’t let go. I can fly like this or like this or like that. You see, just like this. I am God; I know I’m quite large. I pronounce and come forth with a roar and prance like a lion through the clouds, with the force of chariots. I can do most everything given the right atmosphere and any old thing. I can even paint the sky in any old thing you like. If you hang on tight, we can fly this kite together. So don’t let go, okay? Oh thank God,” God says. “Oh thank the Lord thy God, Lord thy God. Oh my god, silly me. That is me; I’m God, the Lord thy God.” And out of tragedy, she stood and soared. She and her force became number one.