But they that wait upon the
Lord shall renew their strength...
Isaiah 40:31a
Today was another perfect sunny Saturday in the recreation yard...
Lord shall renew their strength...
Isaiah 40:31a
Today was another perfect sunny Saturday in the recreation yard...
I went outdoors this morning from 10:00-11:45 a.m. to just sit in the sun. I have been feeling so physically tired, and I am in need of a prolonged rest of some kind.
I say "some kind" of rest because, in prison, there are limitations as to what one can do to obtain rest, or to take a break from routine. I have no park to walk in, to collect my thoughts. There are no open country roads to drive down. And there are no bicycle paths for me to ride along to help relieve the day-to-day stresses of prison life.
For the most part, on weekends, one can either go to the outside recreation yard (which is usually crowded during this warm weather), or a man could stay in his cell in a usually very noisy cellblock. Today, there are no services scheduled in the chapel. Tomorrow, there will be several services. So for the remainder of this day, I will stay in my cell, write a few letters, and spend time with the Lord in prayer.
Anyhow, it was good to get outdoors into the fresh air this morning. Several of my friends were in the yard. The inmate pastor and I went over to another man named Tony.
Tony has been straying from the Lord. He stopped going to the chapel. Yet we had a good talk. And we assured him that Christ is still there for him. That he could make a fresh start. We then put our hands on Tony's shoulders, and the pastor and I prayed for him.
D.B.
I say "some kind" of rest because, in prison, there are limitations as to what one can do to obtain rest, or to take a break from routine. I have no park to walk in, to collect my thoughts. There are no open country roads to drive down. And there are no bicycle paths for me to ride along to help relieve the day-to-day stresses of prison life.
For the most part, on weekends, one can either go to the outside recreation yard (which is usually crowded during this warm weather), or a man could stay in his cell in a usually very noisy cellblock. Today, there are no services scheduled in the chapel. Tomorrow, there will be several services. So for the remainder of this day, I will stay in my cell, write a few letters, and spend time with the Lord in prayer.
Anyhow, it was good to get outdoors into the fresh air this morning. Several of my friends were in the yard. The inmate pastor and I went over to another man named Tony.
Tony has been straying from the Lord. He stopped going to the chapel. Yet we had a good talk. And we assured him that Christ is still there for him. That he could make a fresh start. We then put our hands on Tony's shoulders, and the pastor and I prayed for him.
D.B.
