Shortly after we found out Kent was going to prison for 15 months we made a list of things we needed to do. We put together a list. We knew a short list of things that just needed to be done. We also tried to think of what mine and the kids needs would be for the next 15 months in order to take care of our home and them. We’ve made lists of things Kent could do with each of the kids before he left. Trying to pour into each of them, so they would know how important they each are to their dad.
We waited nearly a month before being told where and when Kent would go. Even though we were told he would have that information within days. That first month was just unbelief and waiting for the dreaded letter to come.
Then nearly three weeks ago the letter arrived. Another blow, expecting to go to a white collar camp with other minimum security inmates wasn’t going to happen. He was going to what I think is best described as an over crowded county jail in the heart of Chicago that houses all security prisoners ran by the federal government. People awaiting pretrial, people awaiting a bed at another prison. Not meant for a 15 month stay.
So the unbelief haunted several days although Kent continued to go to work each day. That seems to help the waiting time go by. When he gets home from work we try desperately to make each moment count. Working on those lists. Spending time with each of our kids. Having family dinners. Those lists have gotten harder and harder to work on no matter how important it seems that those things get done.
We did request an extension of three weeks, but of course it was denied by the same Judge that gave him this sentence. Just asking for that extension was emotional. Each and every step is high and low. Trusting God to work all things together for us. Practicing with the kids writing to their dad with our family therapist. Making therapy appointments knowing tomorrow will be our last appointment before Kent leaves and not making an appointment for the next week because I’m not sure how we all will be feeling.
Even when life is making no sense, we will submit to the Lord.
James 1:2 Count it all joy, my brethren, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.
We will persevere for the glory of our Lord,