July 23, 2017
I was talking to a friend yesterday about how I’ve lost my words. It’s so hard for me to sit down and write a blog, or write a new song. Honestly, I haven’t tried to write a new song since my prison days. But I would think writing a blog would be an easy thing. God is still here. God is still showing up. God is still teaching me things.
Maybe I don’t think these things I’m learning are blog-worthy. Maybe I’m holding them to myself because I don’t want the world to know my struggles anymore. Maybe my life isn’t as cool and exciting as it was when I was in prison, so I don’t feel like anyone is interested in what I have to say. Maybe my mind is just distracted.
I pray for words, and God falls silent. I pray for God-experiences that I can tell the world about, and God says, I give you experiences daily. I pray for some deep revelation to share, but still, my keys are not pressed with words.
Yesterday, when I went to the prison to hang out with the ladies at Gatesville, I had a few ladies ask me about my blog. I mentioned the blog months ago when I spoke, and invited the ladies to write to it if they wanted to tell their testimony. Only one replied, but now more seem interested.
There is still a story to be told behind those prison bars. Pray with me for these ladies that they have the courage and boldness to put their words on paper. I’ll be sharing Cynthia’s story next. I might call this series of blog entries “Prison Tales”. Prison might not have the fairy-tale story line for most of us, but when God redeems and restores our lives, we all have the opportunity to have a fairy-tale ending.