They call her aunty r.


Her face turned
Dwelling of worry and softness filled her eyes.
Such a mother’s love.
She serves. She does it so willingly and wholehearted.
No reward but the love of her child and others who have been comforted by her loving arms.

Her voice quivered as she spoke about her son’s unquivering faith and hers that she felt was small and lacking.
She said she felt in adequate in words and wisdom.
I felt God would honor her prayers.
And He did.

I’m thankful to meet this gentle soul
And the warrior of her son that is in his way like her.
Gentleness, meekness
Faith and love.
They inspire.
She inspires me.


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