Not long ago, I was incarcerated dangerously close to the wildfires raging in Oregon. The entire prison was evacuated to another facility as a precaution. At the time, I had been reading a Bible from the prison library. Because this Bible belonged to the prison, I left it behind during the evacuation.
Two days after moving to the new prison, my cellmate mentioned that I was looking down. He asked why I was so sad and if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him I was used to reading God’s Word every morning and evening. See, the Bible is like my battery charger, and God is my supply of love and positivity. Without access to the Bible, I was feeling drained and a little depressed.
