As I stated in previous entries, on April 12th I was unexpectedly transferred from Sullivan Correctional Facility...
...where I spent twenty-eight years, to where I am now at a prison called Shawangunk. Apparently, the Lord determined that it was time to shake things up and move me. The transfer was traumatic and uncomfortable. It came with great personal loss, as I had to leave behind many dear friends and a fellowship of men who love the Lord. And I wasn't even afforded the chance to say goodbye.
Well, it's now been almost eight months since I left Sullivan. Although the adjustment has not been easy, I am doing well. God is with me. I am with a new group of men. Chapel services and Bible studies are good. My chaplain loves the Lord, and he is well grounded in the Scriptures. It's a blessing to sit under his teachings.
No matter the environment, I have made up my mind that I am going to serve the Lord. That I will bloom where I've been planted, even if it's not a place of my choosing, and even if my new environment has more overall challenges and difficulties than where I was previously. After all, as a disciple of Christ, I have not been called to comfort, but to combat.
D.B.
Well, it's now been almost eight months since I left Sullivan. Although the adjustment has not been easy, I am doing well. God is with me. I am with a new group of men. Chapel services and Bible studies are good. My chaplain loves the Lord, and he is well grounded in the Scriptures. It's a blessing to sit under his teachings.
No matter the environment, I have made up my mind that I am going to serve the Lord. That I will bloom where I've been planted, even if it's not a place of my choosing, and even if my new environment has more overall challenges and difficulties than where I was previously. After all, as a disciple of Christ, I have not been called to comfort, but to combat.
D.B.
