Ten years ago today I was sitting in cell J-11-X of the David L Moss Detention Center utterly desperate, my mind murkily muddied, and contemplating various ways to abate my anxiety. After spending time on my face in prayer I stood up and attempted to wash my face in the trickle of water that dripped from my toilet/washbasin. As I tried to see my reflection in the hazy scared plastic faux mirror God spoke to me. He said I had a choice. He could answer my desperate prayers and free me quickly, but many would doubt my innocence or, if I let Him do what He wanted, it would take longer, but everyone would know that I was innocent. I chose the latter.
It's been ten years, and I am tired of being incarcerated. However, He had given me the blessings of Manasseh and Ephraim. He's been my refuge, hiding me under His pinions, and surrounding me with His warrior protecting angels. And I continue to wait, knowing that His plans are not just for me, but for my son as well. He is working something out there as well. Meanwhile I remain on this mission field giving God the glory for His goodness these past ten years and trusting in His plans that are for my good, Brandon's good, Monica's good, and His glory. My Commutation and a Parole Packet set in front of the Pardon and Parole Board. I discharge my first sentence in 4 weeks. There are changes in the law coming on November 1st that could see me freed if consecutive sentences are turned into concurrent sentences. There are many avenues the Lord could use to see me freed by the holidays, if He wants to. Of course my most fervent prayer is for my prodigal Absalom/Kylo to have his heart softened, the scales removed from his eyes, and to tell the truth. .....today Satan has been allowed to throw a monk-ey wrench my way .....more on this later.....
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