Each time I drive up the long narrow roadway, nothing but grassy, open fields to my left and to my right, and that God forsaken giant wall ahead, I still have moments when I think to myself, "How did I get here?" Church girl, college educated, Master's degree, fairly accomplished in my career. What am I doing here?? It's something about seeing that wall in the distance that makes me sad and makes my mind drift for a moment. Still, I continue driving as I make my way to the visitor's section of the parking lot. As always, the first thing I do is a quick look around to see how many other cars are there. I try to arrive as early as they'll allow (usually around 7:30 A.M.) so I can grab a number. Processing for visiting starts at 8:30. The waiting room fills up fast -- particularly on weekends -- so the later I arrive, the longer it takes before I can get checked in, searched, and make my way to the visiting room. Every single second of every single v...
An unlikely love story being shaped and led by the hand of God.