The Narrow Way

For a long time, I stayed quiet.

Not because I didn’t have anything to say,
But because I didn’t think anyone would listen.
Because I was told to “be quiet,” “be nice,” “don’t stir things up,”
Because every time I tried to speak, someone dismissed it, twisted it, or acted like it didn’t matter.

And eventually, I believed them.

I believed that my voice was too much.
Too emotional.
Too loud.
Too inconvenient.
So I whispered. I shrank. I bit my tongue.
I let the enemy convince me that silence was safer than truth.

But not anymore.

Because the same Jesus who healed me…
Who walked with me through the fire…
Who saw me when no one else did…

He is calling me to speak now.

Not just to tell my story, but to declare His goodness.
Not just to relive the past, but to prophesy into the future.
Not just to talk about the pain, but to preach about the power that brought me through it.

God is using my voice now.
Not because it’s perfect.
But because it’s His.

Jeremiah 1:9 says,
“Then the Lord reached out His hand and touched my mouth and said to me, ‘I have put my words in your mouth.’”

That’s what He’s doing in me.
He’s putting boldness where fear once lived.
He’s putting wisdom where silence once settled.
He’s putting truth where shame used to shout.

And I’ve learned this,
The enemy doesn’t attack what isn’t powerful.
He tried to silence me because he was afraid of what would happen when I started to speak.

But now I’m speaking.
And chains are breaking.
Not just for me… but for others who’ve been waiting to hear that they’re not alone.

My voice is not for attention, it’s for assignment.
My words are not for applause, they’re for impact.
I’m not using this mic to elevate me, I’m using it to lift Jesus higher.

And I know I’m not the only one.
There’s a sound rising in this generation…
A sound of women who’ve been silenced for too long,
Who’ve found their healing,
Who’ve met their Savior,
And who are ready to roar with heaven’s authority.

So if you’ve been holding your breath…
If you’ve been biting your tongue…
If you’ve been questioning whether your voice matters…

Let me tell you what God told me:

“Your voice carries glory. Use it.”

Not to prove your worth, but to declare Mine, He says.
Not to shame others, but to free them.
Not to replay old wounds, but to release new wisdom.

God is using my voice now.
And I will not be silent.