David sent me this blog post. It is dated September 18, 2009.
David writes:
I'm in a 6'X8' cell with a "window" made of mesh that you can't see through. Just enough to know if it is day or night. I'm in here 23 hours per day as I requested to be segregated from the general population since the N&O article comes out Sunday. I was worried about my safety, as was Lisa, so I made the request and moved to "lockdown" on Wednesday. Another of the consequences for my actions - receiving child pornography. I have a feeling this is just the start, but we're in it for the long haul and are determined to use this to help others.
As I was sitting in my cell today, I heard two flocks of Canadian geese honk by. Maybe starting their southward journey early? Then I heard someone cutting grass, probably one of the last few times before fall makes mowing unnecessary. These two small things stuck me as indicative of how I viewed the world during my addiction. I rarely paid attention to the small things that matter so much: a look or a touch from my wife, the sunrise, a rain shower, a smile. I was so consumed with self that I missed things that can really touch my heart and connect with me. I regret it has taken so much to get to a point I appreciate it so much, these gifts, but I thank God everyday for it. If you're tired of missing the small things, ask for help now.
God Bless,
David
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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You can be sure our prayers are with you for your total protection from those who would seek to harm you. We are not called to pass judgment but to stand with a brother who is in need.
Hey Lisa & David,
Marsha and I have been thinking about you both all week, and praying for you. We hope that God surrounds you with encouragement and good friends to lean on during these hard early weeks.
Thanks for being so faithful to post the posts.
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