When I first went to prison, I was even questioning where, God, where are you?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Jail didn't make me find God, He's always been there. They can lock me up, but my spirit and my love can never be confined to prison walls.
I hit rock bottom before I even went there. Actually, prison was the rescue mission that God had put on me. He sent out his angels to rescue me. In prison, he protected me the whole time I was in there, and it was just for me to get my will power back, to get my strength back, get my focus together.
In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.
When you're in prison, you either embrace religion or you reject it. I embraced it; it was a very spiritual time for me.
I've never stabbed, hurt, killed, stolen, anything, but I went to jail for a year. What is that? My pastor said to me the fact that I'm not living under a bridge as a crazy woman, talking to myself, is amazing.
I was gladly cuffed, shackled, loaded into the caged bus and driven through the main gate of Bare Hill Correctional Facility for what I pray to God will be forever.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
The last place I would ever want to go is prison.
All I did was pray to God, every day. In prison camp, the main prayer was, 'Get me home alive, God, and I'll seek you and serve you.' I came home, got wrapped up in the celebration, and forgot about the hundreds of promises I'd made to God.
Lots of people think I went to prison. I never went to prison. I was in jail without bail.
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