I have a love/hate relationship with this jail. I love how we can bring hope into people who are so broken, they believe there is no hope. I hate when the hope is not received. To some women here, they have been in addiction so long they believe there is no hope, they are forever broken. One women, I will call her lacy, is 19 years old. Her momma started prostituting her out for drug money at the age of 12. She still lives with her mother, and has three children. Her mother has custody of the children and therefore lacy believes she holds all the cards. In many ways I’m sure she is right. Lacy planned to go back to her mothers home after being released. If nothing changes, nothing changes…Lacy was released early this year, I haven’t heard or seen her since. How do we give women like this hope? It has to be more than words, must use our hands and feet. I pray that not another women leaves this jail, without knowing that she can turn to me or another believer to be “hands and feet” Just a question to ponder….Is there someone in your life who gave you a “leg up” and it changed your life? Would you like to share your story?
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