As a deer pants after brooks of fresh water,
so my soul pants after Thee, O God.
Psalm 42:1
This afternoon I was able to go outdoors for several hours…
so my soul pants after Thee, O God.
Psalm 42:1
This afternoon I was able to go outdoors for several hours…
Once again, the Lord treated me to the gift of deer. I counted twenty-two of them. The herd has remained unchanged. No doubt living on prison property, where no hunting is permitted, has kept them safe. While plenty of grass and whatever else they eat, has made them plump and fat.
I think prisoners notice things that the average "free" person misses. Many men and women who live outside these walls are so busy with life, and are usually "on the go" running here and there, that the little things life has to offer get overlooked.
Being incarcerated for so long a time, I appreciate the small blessings, such as watching birds fly overhead, or seeing a plane in flight, or piles of fluffy white clouds floating across a beautiful blue sky.
I will take note of the trees and the grass, and even enjoy observing ants on the move. Also seeing an occasional bobcat, and even several wild feral cats, which make their home somewhere nearby, and probably survive on a steady diet of field mice and moles.
Even when I was living in another prison, my eyes were always open to nature, and the simple beauty of the Creator's handiwork. In past journal entries, I've written about trees, snowflakes, the wind, and wasps. Wasps that would fly harmlessly into my cell to drink water droplets from my little sink. And birds galore, including a noisy flock of wild sparrows who made their nests in holes in the cinder block walls of the building I lived in, at Sullivan Correctional Facility. Each day, the sparrows would perch themselves on my window's ledge and sing away. I became convinced that Jesus placed them there for my pleasure.
Wherever I am, and wherever I go, my eyes are always upon the works of God. Too bad many, who live outside of barbwire fences and prison walls, would often overlook the simple things that only a prisoner would notice.
D.B.
I think prisoners notice things that the average "free" person misses. Many men and women who live outside these walls are so busy with life, and are usually "on the go" running here and there, that the little things life has to offer get overlooked.
Being incarcerated for so long a time, I appreciate the small blessings, such as watching birds fly overhead, or seeing a plane in flight, or piles of fluffy white clouds floating across a beautiful blue sky.
I will take note of the trees and the grass, and even enjoy observing ants on the move. Also seeing an occasional bobcat, and even several wild feral cats, which make their home somewhere nearby, and probably survive on a steady diet of field mice and moles.
Even when I was living in another prison, my eyes were always open to nature, and the simple beauty of the Creator's handiwork. In past journal entries, I've written about trees, snowflakes, the wind, and wasps. Wasps that would fly harmlessly into my cell to drink water droplets from my little sink. And birds galore, including a noisy flock of wild sparrows who made their nests in holes in the cinder block walls of the building I lived in, at Sullivan Correctional Facility. Each day, the sparrows would perch themselves on my window's ledge and sing away. I became convinced that Jesus placed them there for my pleasure.
Wherever I am, and wherever I go, my eyes are always upon the works of God. Too bad many, who live outside of barbwire fences and prison walls, would often overlook the simple things that only a prisoner would notice.
D.B.
