O God, thou art my God;
early will I seek thee...
Psalm 63:1a
At 10 o'clock this morning, I went outdoors for my ninety-minute recreation period...
early will I seek thee...
Psalm 63:1a
At 10 o'clock this morning, I went outdoors for my ninety-minute recreation period...
The temperature, however, was about 25 degrees, but an ice-cold wind blew continuously, making it feel much colder. Yet, because the weather was so brutal, there were not more than fifteen men scattered throughout the yard. Thus, I was able to enjoy my circular walk in quiet and solitude.
Wisely I was wearing my winter gear which included a wool scarf, a knit cap, and a pair of thermal gloves. In addition, I carried my pocket-sized Gideon New Testament with me. This little book also has the Psalms and Proverbs in it.
Since it was very cold, I had to walk as much as possible. But I did make a few stops, choosing to sit on an isolated picnic table at the far end of the yard. Here I would take the little Bible out of my carrying bag and I would read and reflect on a particular Psalm. For some reason, Psalm 63 and 91 were the ones that I believe the Lord directed me to. The words came from the pen of King David, and they caused my heart to stir. I could almost sense the Lord Jesus sitting right next to me, just the two of us having a private time of fellowship on a windswept piece of frozen ground.
Then, at approximately 11:30, when it was time to return to my cell block with its endless noise, cigarette smoke and commotion, I went into my cell and I immediately put on water for a cup of hot tea. Because God lives in my heart, no matter what's going on around me, I'll be fine.
D.B.
Wisely I was wearing my winter gear which included a wool scarf, a knit cap, and a pair of thermal gloves. In addition, I carried my pocket-sized Gideon New Testament with me. This little book also has the Psalms and Proverbs in it.
Since it was very cold, I had to walk as much as possible. But I did make a few stops, choosing to sit on an isolated picnic table at the far end of the yard. Here I would take the little Bible out of my carrying bag and I would read and reflect on a particular Psalm. For some reason, Psalm 63 and 91 were the ones that I believe the Lord directed me to. The words came from the pen of King David, and they caused my heart to stir. I could almost sense the Lord Jesus sitting right next to me, just the two of us having a private time of fellowship on a windswept piece of frozen ground.
Then, at approximately 11:30, when it was time to return to my cell block with its endless noise, cigarette smoke and commotion, I went into my cell and I immediately put on water for a cup of hot tea. Because God lives in my heart, no matter what's going on around me, I'll be fine.
D.B.