And we know that all things work together
for good to them that love God...
Romans 8:28
When the Scripture states that God will make "all things" work out for my benefit, I know it to be true...
for good to them that love God...
Romans 8:28
When the Scripture states that God will make "all things" work out for my benefit, I know it to be true...
I have seen the reality of this countless times. Even when something happens which doesn't seem good at all. In the long run, God can and will turn it around to my advantage.
This is exactly what happened on Wednesday. Due to an increase in Covid cases, it was decided to move the work crew for the handicap cell block to another housing area next door. It was a surprise. As I mentioned in yesterday's entry, having to relocate is a big thing. It involves packing, cleaning my new cell, and then unpacking in a new environment. Change is not always easy, and my move was not.
But at the same time, I was happy to move. I had been praying for something like this because the cell block I was housed in was very depressing. A negative atmosphere seemed to permeate the place. No amount of praying seemed to help overcome all the "spirits of infirmity and bitterness" that hovered around me.
When I volunteered to go to the handicap unit, it was to be a help and encouragement to those who were less fortunate than me. I have all my limbs; both my legs and arms work just fine. However, not so with these men. Sadly, most of them are younger than I am.
I know many of these guys appreciated my help, but some were too abusive and demanding. It was wearing me down. So I was praying for a change of environment. When, two days ago, a prison guard walked up to me while I was eating my breakfast to tell me to pack up my property. It was like sweet music to my ears.
D.B.
This is exactly what happened on Wednesday. Due to an increase in Covid cases, it was decided to move the work crew for the handicap cell block to another housing area next door. It was a surprise. As I mentioned in yesterday's entry, having to relocate is a big thing. It involves packing, cleaning my new cell, and then unpacking in a new environment. Change is not always easy, and my move was not.
But at the same time, I was happy to move. I had been praying for something like this because the cell block I was housed in was very depressing. A negative atmosphere seemed to permeate the place. No amount of praying seemed to help overcome all the "spirits of infirmity and bitterness" that hovered around me.
When I volunteered to go to the handicap unit, it was to be a help and encouragement to those who were less fortunate than me. I have all my limbs; both my legs and arms work just fine. However, not so with these men. Sadly, most of them are younger than I am.
I know many of these guys appreciated my help, but some were too abusive and demanding. It was wearing me down. So I was praying for a change of environment. When, two days ago, a prison guard walked up to me while I was eating my breakfast to tell me to pack up my property. It was like sweet music to my ears.
D.B.
