Jail? Who Me?

There are some moments in life that are unforgettable. Like the time I went to visit mom at work, I guess I was in my early thirties. We were sitting around talking to some of the guys who worked there. They were reminiscing about the so called ‘good ol’ days’. One of them told about his adventure of being hauled off to jail. We all had a good laugh about his misfortune. My mom confidently, and proudly chimes in. “You know, I reckon I had pretty good girls. Neither one of them has ever been to jail. ”

I figured, this was as good a time as any to reveal to her that, I too, had indeed been to jail. All of a sudden, the look of pride was wiped off Mom’s face and replaced with disbelief. Then came the barrage of questions. What?! How?! When?! Who were you with?! Why didn’t you call me?!? I didn’t call because I was scared! I think I might have rotted in there before I would have called my parents.

They let us out the next morning. After all, a V. P. L. (violation of prohibition law) aka, having open containers of alcoholic beverages in a dry county. While driving down the road I might add, was only a misdemeanor.

Now that I’m a parent, I totally understand how it feels to have any tiny shred of confidence you might have in your parenting skills, ripped out from under your feet. You think you’ve done an ok job, one minute, you’re beaming with pride at the fact that your sweet girls have never been to jail. The next minute, your jaw is on the floor. Trust me, I’m more than paying for my raising, as they say.

It had little to do with the parenting I had, and way more to do with my rebellious spirit. Now, I have a child just like me, except ten times worse.

I am totally guilty of looking at other people’s Facebook pictures of their seemingly, perfect families and being totally jealous. I’m embarrassed to admit that, but its true. One day I asked God, “why couldn’t my kid have turned out like so and so’s?” He answered me plain as day. He said, “they won’t have near the impact or the testimony that your kid will.”

I’m so thankful that when we screw up, it doesn’t rip God’s confidence from under His feet. He never gives up on us. He is our redeemer and restorer of our souls. He turns messes into messages, and His jaw will never hit the floor when we confess our sins to Him, no matter what they are.

Here’s the verse I’ve been standing firm on lately. Nehemiah 4:14 NLT – Then as I looked over the situation, I called together the leaders and the people and said to them, “Don’t be afraid of the enemy! Remember the Lord, who is great and glorious, and fight for your friends, your families, and your homes!” This momma won’t let any of her family or friends for that matter, go down without a fight! Prayer works and God keeps His promises!

I refuse to sit and worry. I refuse to let other’s actions dictate how I live my life. I refuse to get in a corner in fetal position and give up. I’ve put up my spiritual dukes and I’m fighting! And the devil will not win this battle! As for me, I know that my redeemer lives! Job 19:25.

6 thoughts on “Jail? Who Me?”

    1. Thank you! It’s tough dealing with kids (especially grown ones) who are on the rebellious side. I know this, because its been true in my life. All the things that used to get me in trouble, God has allowed me to use it for good :-). Hang in there!


  1. Trust me, Girl, those “perfect” families are myths!!!! Everyone is broken and in need of a Savior! Our confidence and hope are not in our kids, or in our abilities, or in achievements, etc. We put our hope in Him, Who alone can satisfy! Love you!!!!


  2. I enjoyed your blog today. It spoke to me. I struggle with comparing my children to their classmates all the time. I guess it’s a curse of being a teacher with children who are just average.


    1. Thanks for reading! God really kicks my rear for stuff like that, but He’s so good to let us know that everything will be ok. And that as long as we’re doing what He wants us to do, the world’s standards don’t matter 🙂


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