Journey of Faith

You’ve been paroled

I looked down at the paperwork and there it was, the words I’ve been waiting for all this time. The Lord never fails and he told me I was going home. My excitement was clouded with confusion however. I now had to read my conditions of parole. I noticed the normal things like no drugs or alcohol, no contact with the victims or families. Then it hit me like a sucker punch, the one Last blow that could be handed to me. I was being told that I wasn’t allowed to live in, travel to or through the county that I grew up in. I had lived there 95% of my life. Our home was there, my family, my husband and kids. My parents and grandmother. This still doesn’t set well with friends and even businesses that had grown to know us. I can’t even return to my church. All of these people were looking forward to seeing me and spending time with me. Everyone who has and continues to support us. I however wasn’t in complete shock. I mentally prepared for this as much as possible. I had three home plan options going in to this meeting and this wasn’t part of the plan, however. I had to remind myself that God’s plans are not our own. I had to trust in him like I had been this entire time. I just looked at the parole agent and said, “But that’s where I live, I grew up there and I own a home there.” She the look on her face looked like I felt. I could tell that she truly didn’t want to share this news with me. Most of the staff had grown to know me and wanted to see me go home. When I was being transferred to Phoenix, the one officer stopped me and said, “I’m so happy for you that you are going there and getting out of here.” After years of seeing things that I’m sure they have seen, they know who needs to stay and who needs to go. The parole lady explained my options to me and told me to get back to her as soon as possible so that they could get me out of there. If I didn’t have any options, then I could always go to a center operated by the DOC. They are free and run by the state. It gives you a landing place to go to in situations where you don’t have a home plan. You could also go to a paid “halfway house”. I went back to my unit holding the best news an inmate could ever receive, and yet I had this cloud looming over my head. I walked in my room and told my roommates what happened. They were excited for me and tried to stay positive. They said, “Jodie, you know that God will figure this out for you. It’ll be ok!” I really loved my roommates. Heather and Pam where the best. We got each other through a lot over the time we were together. When we got moved to another unit unexpectedly, we asked the Unit Manager if we could be put back together when we returned. We knew that wasn’t going to be an issue because none of us caused any problems. We were all just grateful when we finally did move back to our unit after a month and a half of “living in exile”. That’s how it felt to all of us. The other unit wasn’t happy that we encroached on their space. The funny thing is, I landed in a great room,, and the girls in there didn’t want me to leave. I’m not trying to brag, but this happened a lot. Even in county, my one bunkie went around telling everying that “she had the best bunkie”. Another roommate wouldn’t tell anyone who I was and made people keep guessing because she didn’t want to share me lol. It was a joke and nothing serious to worry about. It was a compliment. When I was in this other unit, I ended up having to move to a different room. Someone in another room was caught stealing and the other roommates kicked her out. Yeah, it can happen. You can say that staff is in charge, but there is truth to the saying that “the inmates run the asylum”. When you aren’t liked, especially if you steal, you will not be wanted. When we moved, I literally saw one girl, get rejected at every room she was told to go to. She had a bad reputation for stealing and no one was going to put up with her. They blocked the doorway and would not let her in. Rules are fairly simple in prison, mind your own business, don’t steal, repay your debts if you borrow and don’t, I mean don’t try to steal or look at someone else’s girlfriend! I’m not gay so all of these rules were fine with me. I also don’t steal and I rarely had to borrow from somone. Borrowing could be expensive depending on what you needed. People loved to “sell” the e-cigarettes. The price for those was 2 for 1. So, when you borrowed 1, you had to pay them back with 2. I heard that Shug, that I mentioned in a previous post sold hers 3 for 1. People paid it too, and I bet they paid her back! I saw people get stopped on walks, I saw people get screamed at out windows at people that owed debts. I saw people grab commissary bags out of someone’s hand when they returned from shopping because they owed debts. Don’t mess with not repaying debt. People seem to forget who they are dealing with in there. There’s also a rule from the DOC that lending, and borrowing isn’t allowed. So it’s actually not allowed, but it does occur. Unfortunately, it’s a necessity sometimes. When you order commissary, you wait 2 weeks at Cambridge for your next order. That’s not h elpful when you need a Tums today. So having great roommates is extremely important. They are your temporary family. They are the usually the people who know you best while you’re there. I was lucky enough to always have great ones. I was especially glad to have Heather and Pam during this time. I know needed to get on the phone and call home. I needed to explain to my husband and Mom that I had good news and bad.

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Bible Study

Mary Magdalene

Happy Friday! I work from home so Friday no longer means the same to me as when I traveled to and from an office. Not that I’m complaining by any means. I hope you all have amazing plans for the weekend.

There’s even been speculation as to whether she was Jesus’ wife. Historians don’t believe this at all. Ironically she’s not mentioned in any writings by the Apostle Paul, she has no known writings of her own and she only appears in the gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke. It’s also very documented that along with Mary, Jesus’ Mother, Mary Magdalene was present at his crucifixion.

I couldn’t not write about a very well known woman in Jesus’ life without addressing Mary Magdalene. In a time when women were only viewed as mothers, wives, concubines or pawns; it’s amazing how one of Jesus’ main followers was a woman. Luke 8:2-3 tells us about Mary Magdalene and how she supported Jesus’ ministry through her resources. This eludes that she possibly had money or wealth of some kind. The same verse also documents that she had 7 demons driven out of her. 😳Wow!!!

There’s been years of speculation that during the anointing of Jesus feet (Luke 7:36-50) that she did this to repent for being a prostitute. There’s been studies as to whether or not she was confused by scholars as Mary of Bethany. She’s considered a Saint by the Catholic, Lutheran, Eastern Orthodox and Anglican churches. Other Protestant churches view her as a heroine of faith.

Jesus held Mary Magdalene in high regard. Several times Simon Peter let Jesus know he wasn’t happy how she was treated as equal to the men. Jesus kindly put him in his place and basically told him you need to regard her as an equal.

It’s evident that whatever Mary Magdalene’s past was, she was extremely important to Jesus. She loved him as a faithful friend and teacher. She witnessed the horrific pain he endured when he was crucified. I have friends that I know will always be by my side no matter what.

I have friends that’s I’ve known since junior high like Pattie, Dawn, Brian, Leslie and Angie. Then I have friends I’ve made as an adult like Lynn, Jessica and Andrea. If I only had these people as my friends (not including my immediate family), I would still be happy. They love me unconditionally and I don’t have to pretend around them. They’ve loved me at my best and worst. For that I’ll be forever grateful.

Father, I pray for my friends and ask that you protect them always. I am thankful everyday for their love, patience and understanding. Amen