A Voice I Cannot Understand—Yet So Sacred, So Assuring
In the silence of my hardest nights, I heard a voice—one I couldn’t explain, yet it wrapped around my soul like a warm light. It didn’t speak in words I knew, but it calmed the storm inside me. As a mother, a woman, and a dreamer far from home, I had every reason to give up. But this voice—so sacred, so assuring—kept whispering, You are not forgotten. You are being led. And somewhere between heartbreak and hope, I started to believe that maybe… just maybe… this pain had a purpose. That my story was still being written—by something far greater than fear.
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