Laughed, Til I Cried

A Short Story
By
Kertranka
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LAUGHED, TIL I CRIED

Monday 12-14-2020
10:00 pm

Laughed, Til I Cried

Chapter 1

It’s December 14th 2020 and about 9:40 pm on a Monday night, and the phone rings.
It’s my brother Donald retuning my call “Hi how are you?” I asked. “I’m good” He
answered. “I was just calling to find out if you were feeling ok?” “Monica told me of the
procedure” I said to him. “I left a message on everyone’s phone for you, because I didn’t
know if you were able to talk”. “Yeah, I’m good, I feel fine” He replied in that all too
familiar angry comedic voice. “I was on the phone with Ronald, just finished talking with
him” “He said he spoke with you, and he’s praying for you” “No, didn’t have it yet. I got
to get up early tomorrow for my appointment, got to get some sleep”.
BUT BEFORE HE DID JUST THAT…HE HAD PLENTY MORE TO SAY!
“Whose going take care of you doing recovery, are you going to stay over at your
daughter’s house?” I asked him. “No, I’m coming home to my own house, I pay the bills
here, I’m coming home to my own place” He said. And I then said “Well, someone’s got
to be there with you”. He has three daughters, and specifically mentioned that one out of
the three is very dependable. “She works there, she’ll be with me, and she’s always here
for me” “But the other two, I don’t know what to say about them” “They‘re just too
much darn work!” “They don’t’ listen to anything I say to them” “The seventeen year old
stays out all night long doing God only knows what!” “She had to be escorted home at
3:00 am. I had to yell at her. She thinks she’s grown and she fights with her mother”
The other one won’t even talk to me, she blocked my calls!” “She’s twenty-two years
old, and is in a bad relationship” “She sasses me back, and say disrespectful things to me
and their mother” “ I tell you, I’m dealing with a lot here” “I don’t know, I just don’t
know” “I’m going through so much turmoil here in New Orleans, and you’re going
through so much there in Texas” “That situation you’re in with the people following you
everywhere you go” “ You’re not able to walk outside of your place” “Folks knocking on
your door, this is some scary, frightening stuff” “ Yes, it is” I replied. Then he continued
on describing further stressful moments. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Although the
matters he was explaining were extremely serious, he was speaking in a rapid force, it
kept sounding like fast pace comedy to me and I began to chuckle at first, and then burst
out into loud laughter.
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Chapter 2

Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks

Here I was rolling around on the bed with laughter, because it was too funny! The way
it was presented with such speed and intensity. And that’s usual coming from Donald. It’s
his spit fire personality. He’s a nice guy, and whenever he’s upset about something it
comes across humorous. I tried to muzzle the sound of laughter on my end of the phone,
but he could hear it anyway and said “You over there giggling, I’m not laughing” I
wasn’t proud of it, I just really couldn’t help it. My dear brother was frustrated and
needed someone to hear what was tugging at his heart. It’s never a father’s dream to see
his children fall by the wayside, gripped with such a strong demonic hold the situation
and lifestyle was horrific, se llama lasciviousness riotous living. The bible speaks of these
things, and has the blueprint on how to win and overcome devilish spirits.
The responsible daughter, I believe is anchored by the Lord. She’s the third cord that’s
not easily broken, the ties that bind that family to God’s promises. He tells me about the
wonderful things she’s doing. “She’s hard working and dedicated to her career” “She’s
constantly looking after me” “I am very proud of her” “Yeah I don’t know, I’m glad one
of the three are doing the right thing with their life” Donald said. “It’s still quite hard
here, so much to endure” “Things are just messed up, I don’t know, just have to pray” He
went on to say. And as he continued to pour out his despair over the phone, and I listened
to the words that were spoken, I could not hear what the spirit of the Lord was saying at
the moment.
The next day, I got up, and did what I do normally…pray. God began talking to me
while I was downstairs in the kitchen (I just listened). When I went upstairs to freshen up,
the Holy Spirit started to show me the satanic forces that are involved. I saw what looked
like shadows and they were arguing. They were moving fast. It seemed to be night and
there was a long thin layer of a cloud in the air. It was stilled. Then I saw one of Donald’s
girls standing right next to an automobile. She was in total darkness. She didn’t say
anything, she just stood there. Her hand was on the handle of the door (the door was
closed).COULD IT BE THAT SALVATION IS COMING TO DONALD’S HOUSE?
He is s good person, and the bible clearly speaks concerning “the good man scripture”.
The fervent prayer of a righteous man availed much. It also distinctively tells that no one
is good but God, whom is perfect in all His ways. I know that He hears and answer
prayers, but He does it in His timing. That’s when grace and mercy shines in occupying
the promise until the miracle shows up. There was a glimpse of brightness above the
darkness.
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Chapter 3

When God suddenly revealed this to me, I immediately felt compassion for my brother,
and repented for not recognizing his sorrow that he laid before me. I cried a little, and I
prayed. I knew to change the title of this short story. Donald was worried and his
circumstances needed God’s attention. Often when we find ourselves tossed into spiritual
warfare, (because the devil is bothersome) the first and normal thing to do is to have a fit
of carnality. And though it gets us nowhere, we do it anyway. Again, it’s just human
nature. After a while we began to realize that the battle is not ours, but the Lord’s.
So we cry out just like the bible instructs us to do. Lifting our hands in worship and
glorifying the great “I AM” He’s the God of everything. He’s whatever you’re in need of.
He knows that there are tribulations in this world, and Jesus has overcome the world.
Yes, Donald said plenty, because it was necessary and Heaven heard every word.
When we look back over our lives and see the many hellish encounters we’ve had with
Satan and how God Almighty has delivered and freed us from them all (and sometimes
we not able to explain how it was done), it’s those particular times when we recognized
that Holy Spirit was at work on our behalf.

I dedicate this little book to my dear brother Donald Ray. Parenting isn’t easy, and it
never stops, you did a great job.

To all my readers
God bless and prosper,
Kertranka