Admitting that to the police was probably not the best thing to do...
I was reminded this morning of the first time I was arrested for dealing drugs, some ‘trivial’ events stood out in my mind. It wasn’t so much the police, the handcuffs, the being locked in the paddy wagon. But the actions of a ‘clean skin’ - a person who had never used drugs but was present and essentially dobbed himself in.
Let me back up a bit. This morning I had a ministry session...
How this simple drawing brought me to tears…
🎶You are my freedom - You are the reason…I kneel at Your throne once again. 🎶
🎶Where would I be without You…here in my life? 🎶
The words of this song were playing as I pulled out a picture given to me by my daughter last night…