The Sunday School Teacher 1 & 2: Combined

A hot steaming cup of coffee from Starbucks and watching the sunset behind the lake from my bedroom window would be great right now…

But unfortunately, I’m still serving a life sentence in this prison. See, the older we get the more that we’re supposed to recognize that God moves on his own time, but it gets hard. Honestly, I didn’t have a clue whatsoever that I would have to go through something in life so harsh as this. On the days that I felt lonely and like the walls were closing in on me, I just called on God. Some days I wake up in the morning and decide that I’m not praying anymore or I’m just tired. God would instantly tap me on the shoulder and whisper… “Just a little bit of faith, Annabelle. That’s all you need. Keep going.”

“But God you said…”

“Keep going, Annabelle.”

Many nights I’ve cried in my prison cell while studying my Bible, tear drops blurring out my passage. I often wondered what my life would’ve been like if I wouldn’t have ever met him. I wondered what it would’ve been like if I wouldn’t have ever gone to that church. What it would’ve been like if my Mama would have never died and left me out here all alone? What it would’ve been like if I…

Then God tapped me on my shoulder again, and I turned around looking for him. The small dark cell is where I was sitting as tears still poured from my eyes. I can still hear Him say. “Now imagine what it be like if you would have never accepted me as your Lord and savior. I know what I’m doing, Annabelle. I don’t make mistakes. Come here and let me show what I’m talking about…”