She's in town right now.  Arrived late last night.  Came with the express purpose of sitting in her daughters home and watching what is really going on.  Wants to see it with her own eyes.  Figures a couple of days will be long enough to get a handle on the reality of this dreadful common law marriage.   

Knows all the "he said she said" stuff that's been going back and forth for years now.  Is fully aware that the father of her daughter's four children is a drunkard.  Knows he barely works, and what income he does make is spent immediately at the bar.  Comes home in the wee hours of the morning dead drunk and ready to fight.  Has been known to pick up a 2 X 4 and start beating on his so called wife.  All of this and much, much more she knows.  

But now, now she sees a glimmer of hope.  Maybe there is a chance for change.  Maybe she can find a way to help her daughter climb out of the mess she's been living in for so long.  And what makes the difference?  A couple of months ago her daughter gave her life to the Lord.  Cried out to Him for salvation.  Genuinely wants to begin walking in newness of life.  Started going to church.  Started reading her Bible.  Started praying.  Started being concerned about her situation.  

And so this dear, dear godly mother, who just happens to be my most treasured friend, is coming to help.  She hopes by the end of this brief visit that she will be armed with enough ammunition to really help her girl.  You see, with the tremendous amount of godly wisdom that she possesses, she does not assume that her daughter is the innocent victim.  She is convinced that if her adult daughter will begin to let God transform her into something beautiful for His Kingdom, this dreadful mess could improve.  If she would take responsibility for her stuff, confess it as sin, and let God take control, things will change.  

Long live godly mothers.  To God be the glory!