Speculation: How long will I be imprisoned?

I keep telling the staff and patients here that I could be here for days, weeks, months or years. And, sometimes I ask them what their best guess is.

Now, keep in mind, I do not have the gift of prophecy. I don't even know what I will have for supper tonight.

But my best guess is that I will be falsely imprisoned for years. They won't inject me, or force me to take pharmakeia again, which means I won't attempt suicide. They won't actually physically rape me in person (maybe they still will with the no-touch torture and spiritually somehow) either - that's my best guess. But they still could dirty code white me any time, or rape me in the middle of the night while everyone just sits back and watches. Or frame me. Or push me down the stairs.

Or, maybe they leave me alone, and I slip on a banana peel.

I want to be discharged immediately, and take off to Africa with a Christian wife and give disadvantaged kids hope by pointing them to Jesus, providing them a biblical education and make them spaghetti with love.

But there are consequences for my actions.

Whenever the tribulation starts that could change things too. I don't know if I will be 'raptured' (or when that would be), or if I will be beheaded during the tribulation (possibly 'triple dipping for Jesus', but that's another post), or if I will have to starve to death, or whatever will happen.

But:

Abba you know whats best, ALWAYS.

Christ Jesus, you know whats best, ALWAYS.

Holy Spirit, you know whats best, ALWAYS.

I am in it till the wheels fall off. Rain. or. Shine.

THY will be done.

I need to learn how to best ignore the patients and staff and continue to try my best to treat them with love and respect, while still prioritizing God over them. They need to learn how to ignore me, forget about me, leave me alone, and to my face treat me with basic human respect and follow the basic rules.

Simple as.

I will keep praying.

But this is all out of my hands.

I am just one broken, weak, helpless, and powerless man.

And I think I am one of, if not the weakest of God's elect.

Maybe I start talking to my stuffed guinea pigs, even if it looks crazy. I can trust a inanimate object more than the people here. And I'd be foolish, I believe, at this point to ever feel differently.

Maybe the stuffed guinea pigs will be my 'companion cube'. But, unlike the poor guy in portal, I won't be talking to the sentient AI if I can help it.

Praise. The. LORD! for my tender broken heart.

Christ Jesus is the Lord of Lords and King of Kings.

My allegiance is to Christ Jesus.