I have the privilege of talking to folks on the phone about Victory Home.
Recently, a lady called about her incarcerated son. Although he had been in the church and a Sunday School teacher, he got messed up with drugs.
I spoke with the lady on about three occasions and during one conversation she mentioned she was a widow (on a fixed income) but she had taken in a young black boy — the son of the drug dealer that sold drugs to her son.
The drug dealer had up and left the state and the boy had nowhere to stay. The boy thrived in her care — he was successful in sports and academics — and out of his thankfulness for her selflessness, he vowed to always take care of her.
I hung up the phone —- and cried.
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Tags: Glory to God, Praise
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