When I first started coming to jail at the age of 21, I was scared and said to myself, “I’ll never come back.” A few years later, I sat in the county jail again. I thought I was doing good just to keep coming for assaults. The outcome: prison. And that turned into a revolving door that swept me up three times. It was all a game. I didn’t care about jail or prison as long as I had the things that reminded me of the world: women, drugs, gang friends. But I didn’t realize I needed Jesus.
Now here I sit 12 years later going through the same thing: an assault case. I may be looking at prison. But something amazing has come out of this jail stay. This time around I know God. I found God and placed Him in my life. I no longer desire to do the things of the world. When I get that urge I pick up my Bible and read God’s Word. God’s high is better than any other high. I’m still struggling with small areas, but God is still working.
You know, I thought you could not have a relationship with God until you got your life together. No! It’s not true! The truth is, “We don’t need to put our house in order before Jesus comes in; He puts it in order when we let Him in.”
I want to thank the women of the chaplain’s office: Mrs. Keitha, Mrs. Rosetta and Mrs. Ray for the extra “You can do it!” I needed them.