The Book............

As we sit at the tables in the dayroom, I took a seat at the end of the table with no one else around. I noticed a book laying on the table so I began to pick it up. It had an unusual cover and I thought, "well, what is this?" It was a bible.. I am thinking to myself, How did a bible get in here, because the previous day my husband tried to bring my bible and they would not allow me to have it. So, I guess it was divine intervention. As I picked up that bible and started to read, something was happening to my heart. The fear and the loneliness was started to slowly disappear. Now I hadn't read my bible in many years but I do remember my mother-in-law telling me I needed to read Psalms.So that evening I read the entire chapter of Psalms then started in Proverbs. When we returned to our cell's that night, I began to pray....Lord, I know I have not called on you lately and I'm sorry. You know the situation that I am facing right now but Lord, I know you have always been there, I was the one that left you so I pray right now that you give me some encouragement to be able to do what I have to do. I know that I done something wrong and I am willing to pay for that. Lord, I need you! I went to sleep that night feeling somewhat hopeful that everything was going to be okay. Then that morning I was awakened abruptly with a bright light so bright that I could not see beyond it. I thought the guards were shining a spotlight in my eyes.....The message I got was....I will never leave or forsake you, just trust me..trust me!.....
Wow! I had never experienced God in that form before. It was powerful. At that point on Sunday, March 30, 2013 Easter Sunday my life was changed in that jail cell.. where I was broken, hopeless. I was then on a mission to tell others about this experience I had with God...I knew this was probably not the place or the time, but it had to happen one way or the other.
That Easter Sunday was magical, they do have church services on Sunday where different churches come in and share. I was like a sponge, I wanted any information that I could get. I was encouraged by the attendance that these girls were to. So I began to become burdened about these girls, not me because I knew in my heart that I was going to be fine. Then the challenge started for me to spread the news of my God to these broken girls.