This sweet little face knows the minute she cries I’m there. She might not be able to open that prison door but she has no doubt I can and will as soon as she cries.
I looked at this picture today and though "God I need to be a prisoner of hope again". Someone that knows when I cry in my prison of despair you are right there. That I’m not alone …that as I watch everyone else’s dreams come true when I feel all mine have died… that I will remember in this prison of hope you are a God of restoration!
Return to your fortress, O prisoners of hope; even now I announce that I will restore twice as much to you. Zechariah 9:12