…to my 1st training for prison ministry last night.
I didn’t want to go and spent most of the day thinking of ways to avoid going.
It was a group of about 12 people who were working through Campus Crusade’s Bible studies. It wasn’t that bad you know.
I found out that I’ll have to wait to get state clearance until after the summer–I just missed the cut off for the spring clearance. I think that’s good. I can work up my courage.
I’ve known for a long while that God wants me to work in prison ministry in some capacity at some point. I don’t know if I will jump into this one at this point in my life, but it’s good for me to at least take steps toward being involved.
This has been a good reminder to me that sometimes God asks us to do things beyond our comfort level. Just because I’m not jumping up and down excited about it doesn’t mean it’s not God’s will. It also doesn’t mean that it won’t be a very good thing.
The leader came up to me at the break and casually asked, “So, Lizzie, have you ever been in a prison?”
I’m pretty sure I look like a “church lady”. I wonder if he thought that I thought this would be “cool” or “fun”. Or perhaps he just thought that I should at least know what I was in for.
Before I went, I didn’t think I’d talk about Lee’s incarceration–I was just there for info.
However, when he asked, I just said, “Yes, my husband was incarcerated.”
His face changed and he said, “Well, then you know don’t you.”
Yes, I do.
He said he was so excited to work with people and see God change their lives. I told him truly that is one of the main reasons that I want to find some way to give back. We were incredibly grateful for the chaplains who ministered to Lee.
So, I’m not sure that this is a new chapter right now, but at least I’m obeying God and moving towards prison ministry.
And it wasn’t THAT bad…. I survived!