We got a letter from Andy yesterday telling us he was being transferred to Mississippi on April 25th--a 39 hour uncomfortable bus trip shackled in chains, as he explained. So he's there today. My heart broke for him. He sounded resolved that this is the way it is, but if I could read between the lines, I'm sure he feels a loss being moved from his home state. What makes me sad is he won't ever have any visitors in Mississippi; we could have visited here. But after having a such a sweet tender mercy (the brother I met in the temple did visit with Andy in the La Palma correctional facility!) in the temple I have to trust and believe that God knows what is best for my son and His son.
I've been thinking about something for a long time, probably more so since I've been volunteering at Superior Court. I have watched orange clad prisoners, handcuffed together, being led into court. They are there for a wide variety of reasons. I look at those men and women and think about my handcuffed son wearing prison clothing in some remote prison far away from home. Then I remember the sweet baby I gave birth to. He was pure, he was innocent, clean, perfect in every way. Every human being came into the world that very same way. I loved that baby, and I love the man he is now. I pray he will be protected and he will soon understand why he is where he is.
Oh darn. i am sorry he has been moved farther away. Can only try to imagine how hard it was for him. Next time you talk, email or write to him would you tell him Jon & I think of him often, love him and will be glad when he can move on in his life?
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