Real Life Real Faith Wisdom for Everyday Life July/ August | Page 5

Every single person who visited her called her Mom, Moms, or Mother. Some of them were my school friends who are now grow. Finally I realized each one of them were motherless, their mothers had died. After all these years, my Mother ended up being a Mother to the Motherless right before my eyes and she loves and do it so naturally. It is such a beautiful sight to see. She loves them unconditionally even though most of them go from pillar to post and are homeless she gives them something to keep them going sometimes a good night’s sleep.

Though many are strung out on drugs or desperate for money, she never fears they may rob or kill her for it. When they want money, she put them to work in the yard or find something for them to do in the house and this goes on for years. I am so honored she is my Mother for she tends to the village that surrounds her. I am sure if their mothers could speak they would say to her, thank you so much for looking out for my child in my absence. God bless you!

“The Truth Will Set You Free”

Linda Watley

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