It’s been a couple weeks since I have written. Lat week was a really tough week for me. I don’t know why, I just had a major break down. I take that back. I do know why, but I just can’t share it right now. Just know that I miss
the people I had in my life before Kelsey passed away. Really miss them….
So, it is Story Time……
This week I had something happen I need to share……
It was Wednesday afternoon, somewhere around 3:00 pm. I was at work and my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, it was coming from Texas, so I didn’t answer it. I have this rule, that if I don’t recognize the number I don’t answer. If it is someone that needs to talk to me, they can leave a message. I don’t know about you, but I get a LOT of “You have won a cruise” calls. Daddy and I joke as he gets them as well and we always say the two of us are going to the “Bahamas” or the two of us are going to the “Caribbean”. We can dream. Right???
Anyway, back to my story. They left a message. The message is a recording saying that this is a call from a MI prison (they state the prisoner’s name, but I don’t want to say). I couldn’t figure out who would be calling me from prison as I only know one person in prison and trust me, they would NOT call me.
Anyway, I just left it alone and went on working….
Around 7:00 pm my phone rings again and it is the same number. I still don’t answer as I don’t know who or what is going on. Once again a message is left by a recording and the same person say’s their name.
So, I’m a little scared. It takes a LOT to scare me, but I was alone (Ronnie was in Indiana for 3 days). So I dead bolted the door and went to bed.
On my way to work the next day I stopped at the State Police post and just bring it to their attention that someone was calling me and I had no clue and I was a little scared. So they listened to the message and took my phone number. These guy’s/ladies are THE BEST. I LOVE each and every one of them. They have never refused any KDR promotion I have ever presented them with. They are the BEST.
So I receive a call from the detective that they contacted the prison. I receive the name of the person that was trying to call me. It just so happens, I know this young person.
When I worked at school district way back in the day, this person went to school there. So of course I start questioning myself. I have this awful feeling in my gut that God placed this person in my life and I just messed up BIG TIME. When I get to work I call Ronnie crying (you all knew I would cry. Didn’t you?) saying, I know I messed up. God wanted me to speak to this person, and I didn’t do what I was supposed to do.
Ronnie, the great husband that he is, said, “Bonnie, you can send this person a letter.” It’s ok. You see, they blocked my number so this person couldn’t call me again. But once I knew who it was, it was just a kid. I felt I failed.
Thursday night, I was sitting at home. Not being able to get this out of my mind. So afraid I failed the test. I’m all alone, and my phone rings. It is the jail calling. Now remember, they were supposed to have blocked my number. This call should NEVER had happened. But, Praise God, my phone was ringing.
I answered. It turns out the prisoner ( I do not like calling this person that) thought he was calling some one else. But we spoke for about 10 minutes. I told them I knew who they were and what they had done. I told them, that I pray that they come out and make something of their life. You see, this person told me that this wasn’t how they thought they would be living their life. I told them, you can do it. You can straighten up.
As we were hanging up, I told them, you have my number. If you ever need to talk, I am here.
So, the moral of this story……. God is so GREAT!!!!! I thought I blew it. But, He allowed one more call to my phone so I could talk to this person. This young person. And maybe, just maybe they will turn their life around.
I pray that if you do not know Jesus, you ask him to come into your heart. I pray, that you have that relationship with him, that I have. I pray that we all see each other HOME one day.