Even in prison, I was free. This woman had found her abiding place, and it was Jesus. It wasn’t a jail cell. It wasn’t an urban apartment. It wasn’t a home in the country. The withered branch had recognized its true Vine and received His life. Whether she was behind bars on a paper-thin mattress or running through a field of sunflowers, that girl was free. She’d found joy inside and joy outside because Jesus Himself was her joy, and no one could take Him away. The devil had tried to devour her, but he’d lost her forever to the Savior who had captivated her.
