Three years ago today I was unexpectedly transferred from the prison I had been at for 28 years, to where I am now...
I miss the church family I had to leave behind. I was yanked away without the chance to say goodbye to them, but in this environment life is subject to change without notice.
While the prison I’m at now is different, I’m still trying to adjust to life at Shawangunk, and I’m active in the local fellowship here. Yet I sense a dark cloud of oppression that hovers over Shawangunk. I can sense it, and even see the effects of it.
As it stands, I’ll be here until the Lord moves me again, or until He comes for me. This means I have to bloom where I’ve been planted. I have to make the best of the situation.
D.B.
While the prison I’m at now is different, I’m still trying to adjust to life at Shawangunk, and I’m active in the local fellowship here. Yet I sense a dark cloud of oppression that hovers over Shawangunk. I can sense it, and even see the effects of it.
As it stands, I’ll be here until the Lord moves me again, or until He comes for me. This means I have to bloom where I’ve been planted. I have to make the best of the situation.
D.B.
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