Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you,
as though some strange thing happened unto you. But rejoice,
inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ's sufferings...
I Peter 4:12, 13
Thus far it has been a year of varying trials and challenges. But God is faithful...
as though some strange thing happened unto you. But rejoice,
inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ's sufferings...
I Peter 4:12, 13
Thus far it has been a year of varying trials and challenges. But God is faithful...
He is strengthening my spirit and mind, and I am enduring everything by His grace. Nevertheless, there are
times when it feels as if I am being "pressed out of measure." While another way to say it is getting "squeezed from every direction."
My biggest trial of late is having to deal with a very evil neighbor. I always try to be kind to him, and assist him with something he may need: a stamp, coffee or tea, a pen, etc. Sharing is part of living in prison. But he has no respect or consideration. He openly professes hatred for Jews; I'm Jewish! He's loud and argumentative, often trying to shout down those who disagree with his militant, jihadist beliefs, and he'd oftentimes draw other inmates to his cell, mostly to discuss negative subjects. So I have little to no privacy.
And there's no way to shut all this out because these guys have to congregate in front of my cell, as there's no place else for them to stand.
I suppose the best way to say it, as funny as it may sound, is that I've got the Devil as my next door neighbor. Of course I'm praying for him. But I've also spent lots of time arguing with the Lord as to why I have to be stuck next to this man.
D. B.
times when it feels as if I am being "pressed out of measure." While another way to say it is getting "squeezed from every direction."
My biggest trial of late is having to deal with a very evil neighbor. I always try to be kind to him, and assist him with something he may need: a stamp, coffee or tea, a pen, etc. Sharing is part of living in prison. But he has no respect or consideration. He openly professes hatred for Jews; I'm Jewish! He's loud and argumentative, often trying to shout down those who disagree with his militant, jihadist beliefs, and he'd oftentimes draw other inmates to his cell, mostly to discuss negative subjects. So I have little to no privacy.
And there's no way to shut all this out because these guys have to congregate in front of my cell, as there's no place else for them to stand.
I suppose the best way to say it, as funny as it may sound, is that I've got the Devil as my next door neighbor. Of course I'm praying for him. But I've also spent lots of time arguing with the Lord as to why I have to be stuck next to this man.
D. B.
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