When I was in jail back in June, I had a hunch that BC might decide to just keep me there by revoking me and putting me before the judge. For the first couple of weeks in there I was stricken with anxiety on a daily basis, wondering whether or not I would get called to "booking" at some point. If you're in county jail and you get called to booking, it's not ever a good thing. Getting called to booking is tantamount to the authorities telling you that you need to report back to processing because something has changed in your paperwork. You don't ever want to get called to booking.

After being in jail for about two weeks, I was called to booking.

I remember being on my bunk and hearing the on-duty guard call my name through the intercom: "Get cleaned up. You're going to booking."

I'll never forget the feeling. I knew, without any doubt, that I was about to be revoked, and that I would likely spend at least 3 or 4 years in prison. My hands were literally trembling as I tried to brush my teeth and wash my face.

To get to booking from where I was you had to walk down a 200 foot hallway, handcuffed and escorted by a guard. I called that walk the Green Mile.

As I was walking the Green Mile, everything seemed surreal. My surroundings, the cuffs, the guard, the walls ... they all seemed like a dream. Everything was in slow motion. A funny thing happened, though. At that moment, walking that hall, I had an overwhelming sense of peace. I felt like JESUS was with me, and I could picture Him there with me, walking by my side. I was still scared, but I felt safe, I felt alright.

When I got to booking two detectives from my county were waiting there, wanting to question me. I quickly deduced that I was not called to booking in order to begin the revocation process, but I was called to booking so those detectives could question me.

They questioned me. I answered honestly. They didn't believe me, and they told me so. I told them they were wrong, politely. In the end they said they were just following procedure since they got a referral on me, and that they didn't have anything to charge me with. (I knew that already, but it felt good hearing them say that.) They released me back to my dorm. At that point I was full of joy; I had been called to booking and I had survived.

The detectives were not nice, but I bless them anyway. They were doing their job, and since I'm sure they've seen a lot of heinous crime during the course of their careers, I can't blame them for being jaundiced in their thinking. I can't say I would have acted any differently if I were them.

So I said all that to say I'm thankful and God is faithful. Even if I had been revoked, He'd still be faithful. His mercies are new every morning, and even in the lion's den, He's there.