As I thought about this post, God showed me a man in a straight-jacket. It was the extra-strong arrangement where hands were not only secured with straps, but they were also secured with chains behind his back. I'm sure this man didn't like it much, but he was restrained until released. He may have had big plans for the day, but this was his reality, and it was totally out of his control. Also, it was for his protection!

Some of my friends and family have wondered why God allowed me to get cancer, why God doesn't just heal me, as He clearly is able to do. I think one of His reasons is that the other prisoners are listening! He wants me in this place for a season, to pray and to sing and to write. Not for me (okay, maybe for me) but also for them!