The Lord can work on their hearts even in prison
“Mr. Bill! Can you help me?!” cried poor Shannon. We called her “Little Shannon” because of her petite four foot-11 inch frame. Her pale face, accentuated by her short blonde hair, was a look of horror. It seems a spider had crawled up onto the drive-up window, and she was deathly afraid of the ugly arachnids. Before I could even discern her trouble, one of the other girls had dispatched the creature, and life returned to normal.
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