Eleven years ago on Christmas Eve, guards stood at Stacia’s cell and said, Get your things. You’re leaving. She had spent the year before that moment behind locked doors, crying out to God, begging Him to let her walk out changed. Before prison, she had spent more than a decade broken. Addicted. Carrying trauma and shame everywhere she went. Her life revolved around IV drugs. She would give up everything just to escape the pain for a few hours. But that morning, she walked out. And freedom wasn’t just something she saw. She felt it in her chest. She breathed it in. It was real for the first time in her life. Not just freedom from concrete walls. Freedom from the addiction and darkness that had ruled her for years. God didn’t fix her little by little. He didn’t meet her halfway. He transformed her completely. Christmas feels different when one day she was identified by a prison number, and the next day she walked into a home marked by peace, safety, and love. A home with a little boy who would soon call her Mom. If she is still praying for freedom, keep praying. If she thinks she is too broken, she’s not. If she believes her story is beyond redemption, it isn’t. She is proof that God still restores lives. – addiction,salvation

May 28, 2026