I have a voice. It came out in a spectacular way yesterday at Church. It has been months since I felt I had something to say and yesterday I found there was so much to say, so much to share that we were terribly late leaving and I am most grateful for their graciousness at the door.
I’m not sad about it though even if they perhaps were. I found my voice. I have something to say. I am so relieved. It’s been months; months since I felt like I’ve left it all behind. It’s been months since I had command over words. Not for lack of trying of course.
Thank you God. I have a voice. It is not gone. You have been kind. I have a voice.