Cook County Jail, Division IV

……… yes, the city I always get lost in.

Being surrounded by hundreds of women parched for Christ didn’t matter…

Being under the hawk eyes of the officers didn’t matter…

Not sure of what I was going to say didn’t matter…

…… feeling the Holy Spirit work through me was cool.

Encouraging tearful women with the love of Christ mattered.

Fooey on those who chalk up prison ministry to ‘jail house religion’.

Seeds are planted… not all of them grow… but some do.

…….. I will never know the impact my life has had on others.

……. I don’t want to know.

I just want to keep doing what I’m best at….

Love always,

Rachel