From my journal. . . I am not sure what happened this morning but God was telling me to share this story because someone out there needs to take a look around and see if they can see God standing right there with them. I admit that this is one of the longer of my blogs, but it moved me in experiencing it again and writing it down this morning.
Birthday Cake and Ice Cream . . . . . I've seen God in a lot of places: the waves of Lake Michigan, in the eyes of my children, and in my talks with Amy, and many more. But, sometimes God is in the simplest things. Maybe it's a perspective thing. Maybe God knows when I need to see Him and it just happens. Or maybe God is always there and I just don't always recognize it, let alone appreciate it. And, maybe I have a role in seeing God?
That's a novel idea. Like I have to do something to make myself aware of His presence, His power, His love, and His grace. Oftentimes my perspective dictates when and how I see God.
I say all of this because I saw God on the coldest night of my prison sentence - - I mean it was frigid. My Bible study was on a Monday and on this day I knew that we had a guest speaker and wouldn't be studying the Bible. Admittedly, I was less than thrilled to go. In fact, I was telling myself I didn't need to go - - I mean it was COLD. No one would know. . . Hello, I am in prison. But, God............
So, I walk to Chapel under the brightest stars on the coldest night of my prison sentence. I walked alone and talked to God about how cold it was, how bright the stars were and how I wanted to turn back and go to my cell - I don't think I have ever been that cold (We don't exactly have warm clothing in prison . . no Under Armor or North Face in here).
I get to Chapel and the normal crowd of 10-15 is down to 5, including the speaker. You guessed it, it was that COLD. We do our normal routine and the speaker puts on a rob of sorts and begins to recite from memory the Book of James. . . word for word. . . action by action. That was powerful and I knew that this was the reason I needed to be here. The Book of James is a powerful book for a man in my predicament and from my perspective.
The speaker finished up about the same time I hear some commotion behind me and I looked back (prison habit of always watching your back) and I saw the CO (guard) bringing in cake and ice cream. I thought I was dreaming hallucinating or both. I haven't had either of those in like two years. Sometimes God shows up and sometimes God shows off.
So, I ate 6 pieces of cake and a pint of ice cream (it's all perspective here and not one of us said "cut me a small piece, I'm dieting".) I found one of my biggest God experiences in prison on the coldest night of my sentence. . . WHY?
Because that's what God does. That's right up his alley. That's in his line of work: Making the impossible . . . possible. It is against prison policy (and the law) to bring ANYTHING from outside the fences to us on the inside. Apparently God didn't get that message. 😊
So, I saw God in cake and ice cream that cold, starry night. Where have you seen God lately or are you really looking?
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