The Sunday School Teacher II: 2

A hot steaming cup of coffee from Starbucks and watching the sunset behind the lake from my bedroom window would be great right now...But unfortunately Im still serving a life sentence in this prison. See the older we get the more that were supposed to recognize that God moves on his own time but it gets hard. Honestly I didnt have a clue whatsoever that I would have to go through something in life so harsh as this. On the days that I felt lonely and like the walls were closing in on me I just called on God. Some days I wake up in the morning and decide that Im not praying anymore or Im just tired. God would instantly tap me on the shoulder and whisper... Just a little bit of faith Annabelle. Thats all you need. Keep going.But God you said...Keep going Annabelle.Many nights Ive cried in my prison cell while studying my Bible tear drops blurring out my passage. I often wondered what my life wouldve been like if I wouldnt have ever met him. I wondered what it wouldve been like if I wouldnt have ever gone to that church. What it wouldve been like if my Mama would have never died and left me out here all alone? What it wouldve been like if I...Then God tapped me on my shoulder again and I turned around looking for him. The small dark cell is where I was sitting as tears still poured from my eyes. I can still hear Him say. Now imagine what it be like if you would have never accepted me as your Lord and savior. I know what Im doing Annabelle. I dont make mistakes. Come here and let me show what Im talking about...