My time in Prison

As a visitor of course. After 7 months of pen paling to an inmate, I realized that I could visit her. My motivation? A bad diagnosis of cancer with her fear, a family that gave up on her and a scripture that says go visit the sick and those in prison.  You can only prepare so much for the experience of driving up to the fenced in compound, being processed to go inside, stepping in the walkway with the gate closing and entering the visitor area. I was careful to follow the rules and not wear blue (like the prisoners) but sadly missed the other color not to wear- green like the guards. thankfully a small house that assists friends on the outside had a small closet for those of us that would be turned away unless we changed our clothes to match dress code.  So, wearing not my own clothes, not having any of my identity items except license and a small purse of quarters, I entered in a place that i knew would only I would be for a short while. I tried to imagine day in and day out of not having freedom. I sat in the room which seemed forever waiting for admittance. I watched as families waiting and then finally greeted the mom or sister or daughter on the other side of locked doors. Finally it was my turn to enter. My new friend had not had a single visit in 5 years. My new friend had to wait 2 hours in a medication line for her pain medications. When she went to treatment for chemo and radiation, she had 2 guards with her chains, escort her. Can you pray that God will give her courage as she battles her cancer? she is so sick with nausea and vomiting. Can you ask God to comfort her and let her know He is with her in a special way?...thanks.....