I am proud of Donald Trump and his family. Mr. Trump and his crew stayed the course, pushed back the riffraff, and ultimately took back what rightfully belonged to them all along.

I know a thing or two about that type of battle and pilgrimage, more so than many can imagine.

Donald Trump essentially had half a nation rallying around him under the assaults and false accusations. —

I had Jesus Christ, my husband, and my integrity.— I fought a good, clean, and messy fight against what is vicious, dishonest, nasty, and unclean.

Yet, I kept the truth of the Gospel intact, tolerated the injustices set against me, and temporarily stayed silent for years while exhibiting unwavering loyalty and composure.

I learned throughout the wilderness crawl how to be self-sufficient and forgiving while being crucified of all self to protect a nation of people who showed me nothing but hatred and doubt for my love, patience, and honesty, but no clout.

I said and did what no one else would say or do in the name of Jesus to protect the American people from the lies and systems that seek to keep them bound to demonic forces that, without saying ‘yes,’ to Jesus would still be standing in place of Christ.

My children suffered the most, and although they believed in me, they sacrificed more than most for Jesus Christ while they were too young to fully understand.

I had no choice but to watch in silence as I faced judgment and contempt from tens of thousands of people, both at home and across the nation shaming me.

However, in obedience to God’s voice, I took their criticism like a cement brick to the chin. —It hurt like hell, but I kept getting back up!

Jesus and His angels ministered to me, restoring my health and healing me every time.

My family and I fought honorably amidst lies and deceit, the no-good tyranny from moles and thieves, but I kept my back arched and held on tightly to the hem of Christ’s garment.

I safeguarded the People.

Now, some might be questioning themselves and wondering what I am talking about; soon enough, we will all be briefed.

Remember this: an untold story is still a story waiting to be told. —Woe to anyone who tried to tell it for me.

As it is written in Proverbs 18:13, ‘He who answers a matter before he hears it, it is folly and shame to him.’”

God Bless America!

Much love,
Sister Christine ❤️

C. Beach ©️