So I’m a wife, and my husband calls and tells me he’s in danger. I love this man more than anything in the world and would do anything to protect him just as he would me or any of his kids. But…I’m the help meet to a prisoner. How can I best be a wife to him at this time?
It all started at the beginning of the week. A man accused Kent of cutting in line. Kent let him go ahead. Yesterday, said man spit on the back of Kent’s head. Kent let it go. Today the man shoved him. Kent let it go. He was told by a guard that the guard had heard some people were going to take something from Kent and if he didn’t give it to them they’d take it by force. Not sure what this was going to be and why wasn’t said man stopping it?
The warden has sought Kent out three days after seeing my emails to Kent. He told Kent your wife shouldn’t be worried about you in here. Does anything I wrote in the above paragraphs warrant no worrying? Seriously, I just cried when he told me. I don’t know if this is the warden of the entire prison or the warden of the floor. I haven’t got to see Kent yet and we have to be very careful what we write as even those reading our emails may be corrupt.
I have no idea at this point who is good and who is bad. I’m just trying to keep all the characters of this story straight. We have the guard who warned Kent some guys were planning on taking something from him. But has offered no help in protecting him. We have the bank robber. We have the chaplain who explains he is the chaplain over the protestants and all that jazz. We have the nobody who answers the phone if you call because all the phone does is ring and ring and ring… We have the black guy messing with my husband. We have the latino gang that after receiving commissary made cheese cake in the microwave and shared with my honey, in which he was very grateful.
I was able to talk to Kent after I put out that last call for prayer. He said, “he will be okay.” I know he will be okay. But, I also know he’s just telling me that because I was crying when we hung up earlier. I am trusting God through all this. I love the verse that says, “vengeance is mine,” saith the Lord, because there are so many times I would love to just rip someone to pieces. I have literally clung to that verse. I ask God to help me pray even for those I would like to do that to. I have to tell you, sometimes its soooo hard. Especially, when you get a call two seconds before you received all this news that your daughter had wrecked her jeep that she was trying to sell in the morning to buy a more gas efficient vehicle.
We will prevail. We will overcome. Thank you Jesus, for our trials.
James 1:5-6 But,if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God who gives all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him. But he must ask in faith without any doubting, for the one who doubts is like the surf of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind.