But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew
their strength; they shall mount up with wings
as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31
It's Wednesday evening. I am very tired, so much so, that I didn't go to the AIDS class which I'm scheduled to attend each Wednesday evening...
their strength; they shall mount up with wings
as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31
It's Wednesday evening. I am very tired, so much so, that I didn't go to the AIDS class which I'm scheduled to attend each Wednesday evening...
Presently, I'm taking a course to learn more about HIV and AIDS. Classes go for twelve weeks.
Since the Christmas holiday, the kitchen has been busy. The pots, pans and cooking kettles are keeping my hands on the scouring pad. I also have to clean my work station which includes sweeping, mopping, disinfecting the walls and sink surfaces with bleach, emptying the drains, taking out the garbage and so much more. The kitchen is a labor, and it reminds me of being in basic training in the Army.
I'm up early for work, and I work all morning until 12:30. Then I eat a quick lunch, take a shower, change my clothes, and walk across the facility for my second job of the day. In the afternoons, I'm an aid to the men who live in one of the cell blocks for the mentally challenged.
Thus, being on the go from 8 AM to 3 PM is for me, at age fifty-five, a physical challenge. I enjoy it, but I get tired. Then it's a matter of waiting on the Lord to renew my strength, and it's not just a renewing of physical strength. I daily need emotional strength as well because prison can be a negative environment, to put it mildly. Yet, I have joy in knowing the Lord. I have Christ's peace within my heart, and His presence is always with me.
D.B.
Since the Christmas holiday, the kitchen has been busy. The pots, pans and cooking kettles are keeping my hands on the scouring pad. I also have to clean my work station which includes sweeping, mopping, disinfecting the walls and sink surfaces with bleach, emptying the drains, taking out the garbage and so much more. The kitchen is a labor, and it reminds me of being in basic training in the Army.
I'm up early for work, and I work all morning until 12:30. Then I eat a quick lunch, take a shower, change my clothes, and walk across the facility for my second job of the day. In the afternoons, I'm an aid to the men who live in one of the cell blocks for the mentally challenged.
Thus, being on the go from 8 AM to 3 PM is for me, at age fifty-five, a physical challenge. I enjoy it, but I get tired. Then it's a matter of waiting on the Lord to renew my strength, and it's not just a renewing of physical strength. I daily need emotional strength as well because prison can be a negative environment, to put it mildly. Yet, I have joy in knowing the Lord. I have Christ's peace within my heart, and His presence is always with me.
D.B.
