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The throng of men started piling up on the cold, concrete
bench behind the huge, heavy metal, sliding door that barred the outside yard
of the prison. One by one, some of them came in, cuffed together with a chain
link. As I got my report from the scheduled Intake Nurse last Saturday night, I
knew, those men came from one of the county’s precincts.
“Aww….I feel bad now, Rcubes,” uttered by the Intake Nurse.
Feeling ill the previous night, I had told her I would work at Intake when I
returned that night to make her go back to the Clinic. All of us knew it was
always busy at Intake even on the weekends. Not like at the Clinic. It always
eased up on weekends since there was no court.
“Don’t be…I’ve been here for a while but that was many years
ago…It’s only a matter of getting familiar again…” Noticing the extended area
outside the small clinic that has better barrier for nurses now than back then
when I used to work and had immediate exposure to the arrestees. Not great as
some could become combative without any warning.
The line slowly disappeared. As I switched between the male
and female side of Intake. Screening those who had medical or mental health
issues. Clearing them to be booked if I didn’t discover anything alarming
regarding their health.
Not including the phone calls that came from different small
jails of the precincts. Asking if it was okay for them to keep a particular
inmate until they would have the necessary staff to transfer them to our main
prison. Some of them would get upset if I went against their wishes.
Understanding the hundredths of miles between some prisons, still…The
incarcerated person’s health came first.
“Do you want anything from ODR?” asked one co-worker.
Finding out last minute that I would be working at Intake. Volunteering to
offer me food from the prison’s staff’s dining area. But I always brought my
own food. Even if I was scheduled at the Clinic. The Intake Nurse I relieved
came back twice to check the suicidal inmates for me. That helped a lot as I
continued to screen the constant flow of arrestees.
Though it looked so busy, I knew it wasn’t at all. It was
nothing compared to some nights. And my co-workers saw the calmness and steady
busy. Not like the nights they had when they work down at Intake.
“My gosh! It’s not busy!” the sick nurse exclaimed.
“Because…I have a secret…” I firmly stated.
“What?” she asked in a probing way.
“I always pray before I go to work. I talk to God because I
know He knows everything even before they happen. I trust that. And even if it’s
busy, I know it will not be something beyond what I’m not capable of.”
“Thank you, Lord, “ I softly uttered in praise behind my
head.
“I used to do that…”she quickly exchanged.
“I asked for a good night at the hospital where I work and I
ended up having a bad night.”
“Maybe He wanted you to learn something from that busyness,”
I replied.
“That’s true. Because somehow, I made it through…” a few,
dry coughs mixed as she uttered.
As the huge door remained silent, I knew that was the time
in the morning when the dawn was breaking. I knew there would be no more bodies
to come except once in a while. Not a throng. As the sun came out and lit up
the whole, huge Intake yard. There were no more police cruisers parked except
our own Sheriff’s vehicles and buses. The desk I was working on became clear. I got done with all the charts I had to open for everyone I screened that had medical or mental health issues. I knew I conquered my fear. Not with my
own strength but by His grace. There was
no room at all to fear knowing that by trusting Him, He would always be
there for me. And for those who believe and trust in Him.
After all, He calls me to get out of my comfort zone. Busy
or no busy. I am called to partake in His suffering. So that in my weakness,
people will see the strength He gives me. And through that, people can see the
glory.
Not mine. But Jesus’….
Thank You Lord for
always being there for me.
For I
consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with
the glory that is to be revealed to us. – Romans 8:18 (ESV)
Are we
beginning to commend ourselves again? Or do we need, as some do, letters of
recommendation to you, or from you? You yourselves are our letter of
recommendation, written on our hearts, to be known and read by all. And you
show that you are a letter from Christ delivered by us, written not with ink
but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets
of human hearts. Such is the confidence that we have through Christ toward God.
Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us,
but our sufficiency is from God, ... – 2 Corinthians 3:1-18 (ESV)
Jesus Christ
is the same yesterday and today and forever. – Hebrews 13:8 (ESV)
WoW... powerful video. I would love to spend time with you in person and hear your stories...I bet you have a godly presence about you. maybe we will meet in heaven :)
ReplyDeleteWow, really awesome.
ReplyDeleteInspiring video and I'm always amazed at the results of prayer and praise. Love your heart for the lost!
ReplyDeleteyour posts with such amazing stories of gentleness and love always touch my heart each time I visit you. After more than four years of reading your blog, I feel like I know you. The only thing lacking is to see you face to face. I loved the video you shared. What boldness... blessings abound, dear Rosel, in the days ahead of you.
ReplyDeleteyour posts with such amazing stories of gentleness and love always touch my heart each time I visit you. After more than four years of reading your blog, I feel like I know you. The only thing lacking is to see you face to face. I loved the video you shared. What boldness... blessings abound, dear Rosel, in the days ahead of you.
ReplyDeleteHi Rosel...wishing you a hope inspired Friday.....hugs from my heart to yours.
ReplyDeleteI am called to partake in His suffering. So that in my weakness, people will see the strength He gives me. And through that, people can see the glory.
ReplyDeleteWISE WORDS! Loved it that you were able to witness to your trust in the Lord Jesus! He is carrying you!