The Flock That Braved Me

Jailed free It is a Saturday morning, the morning I woke up released from my ankle monitor they served my favorite breakfast at 2:45 AM. Eggs and oatmeal with applesauce, since the removal of my chain or shackles if you will I've smiled differently and had a whole new perception of free. I am free from my sin, I am forgiven, Jesus has completely transformed my soul, my spirit, my outlook, trust and my heart. After I basically licked the applesauce from my tray I put my makeshift sleeves from the socks back on my tiny cold arms and stuck my ear plugs made from the gloves they wear when the trustees serve our trays, you cut the finger holes off stuff them with just the right amount of toilet paper and tie them, shove them in your ears so you can muffle the constant toilet flushes and 50 plus voices that surround you 24/7. I curled back up into my fetal like position on bunk 18 with a full belly, smiled and said to God thank you so much for my favorite meal. It's still pretty dim lighted in here as I woke up abruptly with an intense feeling of wholeness. I started crying under my blanket thanking God again for being my father! I finally feel and I mean I felt his hug, his presence, his peace and comfort. I feel safe. I was having a dream well several weird ones at first but the one that woke me up I was walking into a huge garage like building, mechanic shop type situation. We were talking about my car before bed, but that's another story. I walked in actually I was like skipping like a child. I had just spoke to the front shop mechanics there were two men, handsome one resembled the gentleman who removed my ankle monitor, very tall, light pale skinned and soft orange hair. They couldn't tell me where to find the parts I needed so I skipped to the back where I couldn't see the mechanic but it was my dad, God saying I’ve got you. Don't worry, let me fix these parts then you can drive it again. I had one very flat tire and one kind of low on air tire. Then the lights turned on in the mechanic shop and I woke up with the best tears rolling down my face. That's when I knew I am OK. I am safe, God is my father and I finally feel it y'all! I kept reciting in my head don't you worry my father walks on water. Good Lord I feel better than yesterday y'all. Only thing now I think these eggs and oatmeal I love so much are about to be released too! Which toilet number should I go to? We have got six options and some beautifully rolled toilet paper by one of the girls here called big Bertha, she's one of my favorite flock ladies. I guess since I have so much time to dabble into my thoughts I could share on how I got to my flock. I call it my flock because the TV shows and what not I watch before I was assigned here call it a pod or alpha eight, A8 bunk 18. I was reading scripture before bed, rack up one night and my brother ole Luke 12:32 do not be afraid, little flock for your father has chosen gladly to give you the Kingdom. Grazed upon my puffy tear cried eyes. Every night since then I pictured my father God placing his widespread arms like a blanket over each bunk filled with anxious hearts and scooping us up for a good night's rest. Now if you want to know I chose potty #5. I'm usually the first one up laying on my bunk wondering when I can come out of my bed but not really because it's ice cold in here and wearing socks on your arms is not allowed.