Our prison services
were suppose to start in February. I had April. I asked people to pray for me
and they did. We never got into the Prison. The clearances hadn’t come through.
We prayed for the men through the barbed wire fence. I was reassigned to
December. A call in late November cancelled our group.
God didn't want me in that prison. Why? Wasn't I properly
prepared? Wasn't my heart right? A year later I heard God’s reply, "You
never asked Me." It wasn’t His will that I go, it was mine.
from go figure America. blogspot.com
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