Things have come to my mind as I have gotten this site up and running and in writing these posts it is my desire to not only tell my particular situations but to hear from the readers as well. So please say what is on your mind. Oh and if you disagree with me on ANY subject feel free to say so. All I ask is that you provide Scripture supporting your thoughts and ideas. At no time will reject honest disagreeing with me or any one else on here. We learn from each other and at the very least it will cause us all to do more research in God’s Word, which can help everyone of us.

In 1991, I was in a situation where I had no control. On August 14th. of that year I was incarcerated and a few weeks later found myself in a holding cell waiting to be placed in an institution. They would do an evaluation of us to determine what institution we would be housed at and which building, called dorms, we would be placed. This was a very stressful time and place as we were locked in our rooms 23 hours a day, with another inmate, except for showers and telephone calls.

We were allowed one 10 minute telephone call every other day. If we got a busy signal or no answer it was still considered your call and we had to go another 2 days for another one. I had never went more than 4 hours without speaking to my wife. At work I would call and even when I would go to our house near the beach and she wasn’t able to go, I would stop half way there and call. When arriving I would call again.

This one particular day I was in a really bad way, needed desperately needing to hear her voice. Would she fuss, grumble at me or be friendly? I didn’t care, really, I just needed to hear her voice. I was truly in the dumps. Calls were usually in the morning and showers in afternoon. Well that day was a very busy day and the calls weren’t completed, as a matter of fact only about half were able to call. So the rest of us had to wait and make ours along with the showers.

Lying on my bunk I was praying to God, had just recently turned all that I was over to Him-allowed Him to be Lord of my life, that I would get to talk to her. So as they were allowing other inmates to call getting closer to me the more desperate I became. The first wall was completed, there were three, the second wall was completed, yes I was in the last wall of cells. Then they came next door to me, I AM NEXT, was my thought. Not so, I was skipped over, WHAT? I had two choices at this point.

One was to say, Hey you forgot me, which would have given me the next call, or, yes the OR, was to trust God so I turned to the wall and like Hezekiah and I did exactly like him in Isaiah 38:2 and 3b (Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD, And Hezekiah wept bitterly.) Believe me, I needed God! Well when the officer got to the last cell and before calling them came back and asked if I wanted to make a call. Didn’t take me long to get out that door.

Thanking God but still praying, remember it was my only chance for 2 days and anything could happen. Well she did answer and said, which made me realize God IS in control, “I just walked in the door as the phone began to ring.”
God not only allowed me to talk to her but allowed me to KNOW it was Him that set it all in motion at the exact time of her arrival. Plus if the last cell went I would not have know He timed it perfectly, He wanted me to know that. Why?

That was over 20 years ago and I still get a wonderful feeling and I dearly enjoy telling How He did it “just for me!” He wanted and still desires we brag on Him- 1 Chronicles 16:8 “Give thanks unto the LORD, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the people.”(KJV)

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