Everyday as I drive to work…I pray and listen to sermon. EVERY DAY. It prepares me for the work HE needs to do through me, and also guides me in movement as to what we are working towards each day.
Yet, I continue to have the nagging sense it is time to move on. I cannot really explain it or put my finger on it. Sometimes, at the worst times, I have intrusive thoughts about something violent happening against me there. It confuses me and terrifies me. I pray, tighten up, and keep working through my fear. I don’t know if it is HE above me, or the one below us steering this feeling. So, I am still there.
This morning, I shared this feeling with my assistant, an inmate serving 3 life sentences. For murder. I have never met anyone like him, and I trust him with my life.
He was concerned by this feeling I have and wanted to help dig deeper. He also encouraged me to follow the path God lays out for me. I am grateful for his thoughtful and honest listening and counsel. He followed it with that if I am here for the next class we are fixing to teach as this one shall graduate soon…it will be due to God’s grace and plan. Nothing less and nothing more.Even in my darkest moments there, this job brings me the truest true peace and joy.
Prayers from Probation 