….storms…it’s in the overflow where we begin to seek ourselves…where we seek God. The rock bottom…when we get tired of being tired. And it happens. For some of us the lower we go the higher we soar. The person in the physical prison hole is forced to face him/herself. In the dark…alone…with no one to call on. At some point the heart opens and the mouth opens and cries out to be saved. Are we any freer if we’re walking around outside those walls but still in mental prisons? Closed minds don’t get fed. Heartened hearts CAN be freed. We can drop the yokes.