I hate that my mom has to spend money on me. I wish I could pay for her visit, but I have to put those thoughts out of my mind, for now, and focus on the pricelessness of the upcoming moment.
It has been at least 6 months since I've seen my Grandma and maybe 3 months since I've seen my mom. This visit is overdue. (On a side note: I am very aware of the fact that many prisoners do not receive visits at all. How they survive, I don't know.)
My mom, Grandma, and I share a special connection. Every time they visit, we pray together. The last time I opened the prayer, then my Grandma followed and my mom closed it. A special veeling came upon us and filled our little area of the visiting room. It was love, hope, and peace. We believe I am approaching the end of my incarceration. My mom likes reading the portions of the Bible where it talks abotu the captive sons of Israel turning their hearts back to God and being restored. She and my Grandma were praying for me to see the light long before it happened. They were believing that when I did, God would use me. Now I'm in agreement.
At age 40 I am acknowledging that my life must include public service. I have been given gifts which must be put to serving a greater good. My mind is on what I will do next. Sharing my testimony could help a lot of people.