Prison 2 Praise Ministries

Prison 2 Praise Ministries Prison 2 Praise Ministries equips people, families, churches, and communities with Christ-centered programs, training, and support.

We serve those impacted by incarceration, honor survivors of crime, and help rebuild lives with accountability and hope.

Sometimes the light inside me comes on, then fades before I even notice it’s gone. I’ll be sitting at a red light, caugh...
10/11/2026

Sometimes the light inside me comes on, then fades before I even notice it’s gone. I’ll be sitting at a red light, caught up in some old memory, and suddenly realize my mind has been somewhere else. There’s a gigantic hole running straight through me. I didn’t feel it all at once. It crept in, little by little, until I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there.

The other day, I caught myself smiling. I was thinking about your little feet in that hospital room, and that tiny beanie they put on your head. Then it hit me again: you’re gone, and yet somehow, you’re still here. I feel you beside me. Sometimes I feel like you’re inside me. I can’t explain it. I just know I feel you.

And then the guilt comes. There are moments I curse myself for choosing the streets and prison. For leaving your mom to figure out life on her own when she was still so young. Some days I wonder what you’d look like now. What kind of new friends you would have made. What would make you laugh. I can see myself smiling at that thought. You’re my oldest son. There’s a whole life I still catch myself trying to picture.

I wonder about the parents whose children were taken by violence. Do you get lost in your thoughts, too? Do you pull up at a light and realize you’ve been somewhere else in your mind? Do you pray harder, question God, or find your faith getting tested? Do you feel that same gigantic hole cutting through the middle of you?

If you’re carrying that kind of loss tonight, I’m praying for you. I pray your heart gets a little peace. I pray a real smile finds you, even if it only stays for a moment. And I pray you get a day when remembering doesn’t knock the wind out of you.

I don’t even know why I’m putting this out there. Maybe we all need a brain dump sometimes. A soul release party. A place to let the pain come out without feeling like we’re losing our loved ones all over again. Maybe it’s the rain and storms tonight. Maybe I’ve just got all this love still sitting in me with nowhere to go. I’d give anything to put my arms around you and share it with you, my dear Son.

Some days, you wake up already listening.You listen for the sound of a door. The change in someone's voice. The step in ...
10/08/2026

Some days, you wake up already listening.

You listen for the sound of a door. The change in someone's voice. The step in the hallway that tells you what kind of day is coming. You think hard about what to say, what not to say, how to keep the peace for one more day. Little by little, fear starts making your choices for you. What you wear. Who you call. What you laugh at. You get smaller so the day can stay calm.

And then comes the question that hurts almost as much: did I cause this? Did I say the wrong thing? If I had just been quieter, softer, better, would today have been different?

Listen up! You didn't cause another person to threaten you. You didn't cause them to control you, to keep you small, to make you afraid in your own home. That's not on you. It never was.

God sees the nights you cried when nobody else knew. He sees how hard you've tried to hold everything together with hands that were already tired.

People on the outside say, "Why don't you just go?" They think the answer is simple because they haven't lived your days. They don't know how much you still love that person. They don't know how many times you hoped things would change, how many mornings you woke up believing this time might be different. They don't know how hard it is to picture what comes next when fear has been writing your schedule.

You don't have to put your pain on trial. You don't need a perfect story. You don't need a room full of people to agree that what happened to you matters. It matters because it happened to you.

That's enough.

You don’t need everyone to understand before you take a step toward a safer life.

Every dream needs a room.I know what it’s like trying to build something with nowhere to build it. I also know how impor...
10/06/2026

Every dream needs a room.

I know what it’s like trying to build something with nowhere to build it. I also know how important conversations can end up happening in coffee shops, where privacy and focus are hard to find.

That’s why we’re opening our doors.

The Prison 2 Praise Ministries office in Tempe is now a community space for entrepreneurs, local businesses, ministries, nonprofits, and neighbors building something good. It offers a private room for focused conversations, a workshop room for up to 20, presentation space for up to 25, and computer lab stations for trainings.

Strong communities grow when people have room to connect, learn, and build. Creating that room reflects our Christ-centered mission of restoration for people and families impacted by incarceration.

Planning a meeting, workshop, or presentation? Contact us to check availability. Space is available by appointment.

Prison 2 Praise Ministries, Suite 209 at MAC6 Coworking
1438 W Broadway Rd, Tempe, AZ 85282
Call or text: 602-556-6971
[email protected] | prison2praise.org

One of our Moms sent this to me and asked me to share it. I'm sharing it exactly like she wrote it. Not one word changed...
10/04/2026

One of our Moms sent this to me and asked me to share it. I'm sharing it exactly like she wrote it. Not one word changed.

Her husband is incarcerated and since the day of his arrest, she's heard it from every direction. Now, here's what I want you to sit with. When we talk about incarceration, we oftentimes talk about the person behind the wall. We don't talk about the spouse holding everything together on the outside. The sentence doesn't stop at the prison gate. It literally comes home and sits at the kitchen table.

“You should just divorce him.”
“Your life would be so much easier if you just left.”
“There’s plenty of fish in the sea, you can find someone else.”
“If you divorce him, we’ll have a relationship with you and your son again.”
“You’re still young and pretty, you can find another husband to love you.”

All of these and more have been said to me since your arrest. Every word, every comment attacking and condemning our marriage, tearing me down as if the choices that have been made have only one reasonable outcome.

What once was called “from God” has now seemingly become something to curse instead. How can this change from being of God to not? I don’t understand how they could truly see this in that way. To them, marriage is sacred in everyday life, but it stopped being so when the handcuffs were put on. To me, marriage is sacred in the every day AND in the incarceration. When we said our vows, I promised you forever for better or for worse and I think this qualifies for some of the worse. I believe more than ever before that God brought us together and is working in our marriage toward something we can not yet see, so I am committed to you and only you. Whatever is said about us, does not change that. I choose to stand beside you in this season and I choose to fight for our marriage against all odds.

What I feel God has placed on my heart goes beyond better security, stronger safety protocols, and carefully written pol...
10/01/2026

What I feel God has placed on my heart goes beyond better security, stronger safety protocols, and carefully written policies. We need those things. But we also need to deal with the moment somebody finally finds the courage to say, “I was hurt,” and the room gets uncomfortable.

In that moment, the culture reveals itself. Who gets believed? Whose reputation gets protected? Who gets asked to stay quiet so the organization can keep looking good?

I want to help build a Survivor Honoring Culture across this country. In our churches, workplaces, schools, hospitals, sports programs, entertainment, government, and homes, the dignity and safety of people who have been harmed must shape how we listen, how we lead, and what we are willing to confront.

That culture has to reach the conversations behind closed doors, where somebody decides whether protecting a person matters more than protecting a brand, a career, or the bottom line. It means a survivor can tell the truth without being treated like a liability. We stop asking people to swallow their pain so everybody else can stay comfortable. We stop treating someone’s title, talent, money, or influence as proof they could never hurt anybody.

We ask survivors what support they need instead of deciding for them. We respect their boundaries. We protect their privacy. We refuse to punish them for speaking up. They do not owe us their story, their silence, or a public display of healing that makes the organization look good.

And it means accountability has a price. Not a statement. Not a quiet resignation and a softer landing somewhere else. Real accountability requires consequences, changed behavior, and safeguards against further harm, regardless of someone’s position or power.

My conviction comes from my faith in Jesus Christ, and it calls me to care about people wherever they are. I believe people can be restored. But restoration is not a shortcut around the harm. An apology does not erase it. Talent does not purchase a pass. A Survivor Honoring Culture demands truth, sustained accountability, and care that keeps showing up after the headlines fade.

People can be restored, but harm must never be minimized.

We cannot celebrate somebody’s comeback while stepping over the people living with the consequences of their actions.

It’s okay to admit that every relationship isn’t meant to stay the same.Some end suddenly. Some should’ve ended a long t...
09/29/2026

It’s okay to admit that every relationship isn’t meant to stay the same.

Some end suddenly. Some should’ve ended a long time ago. And if we’re honest, some only lasted because somebody needed somewhere to stay, needed help paying bills, feared being alone, or became comfortable surviving in something that was slowly tearing them apart.

This became a real conversation during class today.
Our group opened up in a way I had never seen before. Class ended, but nobody rushed toward the door. They stayed. They talked. They listened. People started pulling the covers off things they had kept hidden for years.

We talk a lot about addiction, recovery, employment, and housing. Those things matter. But today, one person sat up, put their chest out, and said something that shook the entire room:

“You can get control of your sobriety. You can get a job. You can get housing. But one wrong relationship can tear all of it down in no time.”

That was real.

Because the wrong person can pull you back into the same darkness you fought like hell to escape. They can keep you stuck, confused, and questioning your worth. They can smile in your face, say they love you, and still make you pay for that love with your dignity.

They can drain your peace, destroy your focus, and make you feel so low that some days you don’t even want to be here anymore.
I sat in the office for hours after class thinking about what had been shared. There was a lot of pain in that room today. Pain people had learned to carry while smiling. Pain they had buried beneath sobriety dates, job applications, housing searches, and the daily pressure of trying to rebuild a life.

But there was also release.

I watched one woman look at the person beside her and smile. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and smiled again. She looked relieved and exhausted at the same time, like she had finally put down something she had been dragging for years.

One sentence has stayed with me all day:

“It only takes one wrong relationship to destroy everything. Everything you worked for. Everything you dreamed of.”

Before we left, I prayed over the group.

They’re working hard. They’re staying patient while we search for suitable employment. They’re showing up for their AA and NA meetings outside of class. They’re holding themselves accountable and refusing to go back to the lives they fought to escape.

Today, eight people reminded one another to watch who they allow through the door.

Because everybody who wants access to you does not deserve access to you. Everybody who says, “I love you,” does not know how to love you. And history with someone doesn’t give them permission to destroy your future.

Your sobriety is worth protecting.
Your peace is worth protecting.
Your future is worth protecting.
Your life and your family’s lives are worth protecting.

Sometimes growth means learning how to let the right people in.
And sometimes growth means finally having the courage to shut the door, lock it, and stop feeling guilty for protecting what God is helping you rebuild.

I started Prison2Praise Apparel in 2023. I wanted a clothing line where survivors of crime and youth impacted by incarce...
09/28/2026

I started Prison2Praise Apparel in 2023. I wanted a clothing line where survivors of crime and youth impacted by incarceration could pour their faith and lived experience into every design. A portion of each sale would support the programs and services at Prison 2 Praise Ministries.

But I started it after I lost my son, and I slowly discovered I wasn't ready mentally. So I put it down.

By God's grace, I'm in a new season now. My faith in Christ is the foundation. And the store is open.

We're dropping our first 500 tees! Seven designs, nine shirt options. Every design built with survivors and youth impacted by incarceration who love God, have been through hell, and are flourishing today.

Starting today, September 28, through October 4, 10% of each shirt's purchase price goes to Prison 2 Praise Ministries to support RISE Across America and the kids and families doing time on the outside while their loved ones are locked up.

When they're gone, they're gone.

Wear the Word. Share the Word.

https://prison2praise.store/

It’s been four months since me and our baby have seen you. It started with me doing UberEATS to pay the bills and keep o...
09/25/2026

It’s been four months since me and our baby have seen you. It started with me doing UberEATS to pay the bills and keep our heads above water. But slowly, or maybe it was all at once, coming to see you felt impossible and less attainable with every visit I couldn’t make it to and everything else I started to fall behind in.

At first, it was too much to drive there more than one day in a week. I live so far from where you are that it stopped making sense no matter how much I wanted it to work more than that. Then, my little PT Cruiser started having issues more frequently and I couldn’t drive out so far at all. I feared I wouldn’t make it to my destination. If by some miracle I had made it to the destination, I worried that we would get stuck and would be unable to get home and that wasn’t something to risk with our child. Finally, I had to sell my car to a junkyard. It had become so unreliable it was not safe to continue driving whatsoever, after it kept breaking down soon after I got it from the mechanic.

So, I waited for family to be approved so I could ride with them to see you, but there’s been so many delays and no approval in sight. With the delays came frustration; with the frustration came disappointment and all I wanted was a way to come see you. I had no vehicle, no income, no real way to provide for our needs without falling more behind, so I started looking for resources that could possibly help me and our child.

I connected with Prison 2 Praise Ministries, and I quickly dared to hope again. Within two weeks, I was blessed with a box of diapers and shoes I could not otherwise afford right now. Through Prison 2 Praise’s Miles of Hope program, I was able to finally come see you again and how wonderful it was getting to hug you once more. Prison 2 Praise was and is an answer to prayer. Through them, I can stay connected with you easier and know that I’ll get to see you again soon. What an amazing blessing it has become to not be overlooked in this, but to be seen through the lens of compassion and through the eyes of Christ through this. Thank you, Prison 2 Praise, for coming alongside my family and helping us build a better foundation then the shaky footing we had!

Spread The Word To All In Need!!! This Goes Down This Saturday!!!FREE FOOD FOR ALL!Saturday, September 26th11:00 AM - 1:...
09/25/2026

Spread The Word To All In Need!!! This Goes Down This Saturday!!!

FREE FOOD FOR ALL!

Saturday, September 26th
11:00 AM - 1:00 PM

Pilgrim Rest Baptist Church Parking Lot
1401 E. Jefferson Street
Phoenix, AZ 85034

No income requirement
Please bring a photo ID with your current address
Event will take place rain or shine

I had an extremely difficult conversation earlier this morning, and I’m begging you all to listen up.Domestic violence i...
09/24/2026

I had an extremely difficult conversation earlier this morning, and I’m begging you all to listen up.

Domestic violence isn’t limited to bruises, broken bones, or somebody putting their hands on you. Abuse can be emotional, spiritual, financial, verbal, psychological, and controlling. It can look like intimidation, silent treatment, threats, isolation, manipulation, monitoring your phone, controlling your money, using sickness or hardship to play on your compassion, making you feel responsible for someone else’s choices, or twisting Scripture to keep you silent and compliant. Someone’s pain, disability, past, or lack of support doesn’t give them permission to bully you, exploit your kindness, or control your life. Violence is about power and control, and sometimes the damage leaves no visible mark.

Know what’s happening. Trust what your spirit and body are telling you. Talk to someone you trust. Make a safety plan. Protect your important documents, money, phone, medications, and your ability to leave if necessary. Contact a domestic-violence advocate, even if you’re not ready to leave today. None of it is your fault.

Hear this clearly: no Scripture requires you to remain in a relationship where you’re being intimidated, controlled, or placed in danger. God doesn’t need you dead to prove that you honored a marriage. Your life matters. Your safety matters. You’re allowed to get free, and you don’t have to wait until the abuse becomes physical to take it seriously.

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1438 West Broadway Road, Suite 209, Tempe, AZ 85282
Phoenix, AZ
85066

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