After an officer searched me I stepped into the county jail signed the visitor rsquo s log and sat in the crowded lobby I prayed silently watching adults fidgeting and sighing while young children complained about the wait Over an hour later an armed guard called a list of names including mine He led my group into a room and motioned us to our assigned chairs When my stepson sat in the chair on the other side of the thick glass window and picked up the telephone receiver the depth of my helplessness overwhelmed me But as I wept God
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