Today is not a special day for me because of Hallmark or the present that I bought the love of my life. Today is a special day to me because eleven years ago, this morning, is the last time I went to jail.
You may think that sounds funny... and to be honest it does. February 13th 2000 is the last time I was arrested. That night when I went to Vista County Jail I was sure that I was going to serve a one year sentence for violating my probation. That night in jail, though, something different happened. I specifically remember looking around the jail and questioning the choices I had made to get to this point in life. I often wondered what had gotten me here and understood that it was a series of unwise decisions.
As the night wore on and I began more uneasy about staying in jail I did something that I hadn't done in a while; I prayed. I started talking to God like He was real. I started telling God all my unwise choices and how sorry I was for them. I started telling God that I was sick of the life I have created for myself (I think He was sick of it too). That night I asked God to do something for me. I asked God if He would get me out of jail that I would quit everything and do whatever He wanted in my life (be careful when you say that).
I did the normal rounds in the jail: I went from cell to cell. I got fingerprinted. I got my mug shots again. I made a phone call to my old youth leader. As morning came around, and the alcohol wore off, I went to the last station. This is where I was prepared to get my orange jumpsuit, again, and head down to county. At this window came a pleasant surprise. When I got there the lady at the window handed me all my belongings and told me this: "The bailiff will be around in 5 minutes to let you out. Head over to that cell."
I thought it was a dream
I didn't know what to say
I was silenced
I did what she said and sure enough the bailiff came over and released me
That morning was the first time, in a long time, in my life that I thought God was real. Well from that day I knew that I had to keep my promise to God. He got me out and it was my turn to quit everything that I had been doing. That week I stopped drinking and quit doing cocaine. I didn't smoke anymore pot and to be honest it was one of the toughest weeks of my life. Some people may think this is a tough story and it is but if I didn't get arrested that night I truly think that I would have died years ago from something drug related.
Today I celebrate new life
Today I celebrate having an amazing wife
Today I celebrate two little girls that love their dad
But most important today I celebrate a God who loved me so much that He released me from the jail I created for myself and pointed my feet on a road that leads to Him.
Thank you for loving me Lord; I need you just as much today as I did eleven years ago!