Voice Death
“While my voice was taken, a praise was birthed from the deep recesses. MY VOICE DIED. God’s voice rose within me.”
- Kara Palmer
They say, “Teach from what you know.” I know this. Had I not suffered immensely, I would not know God deeply.
Over the next few months and years, I will work to share the revelation of God that came to me through the pain. In my suffering, I lost a lot. I lost my friends, my confidence, my money, my identity, my power, my community. What I am comfortable sharing today is that I also lost my voice. When you lose the ability to speak, whether consciously or unconsciously, an internal death occurs.
While my voice was taken, a praise was birthed from the deep recesses. MY VOICE DIED. God’s voice rose within me.
“He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the LORD.” - Psalm 40:3
Do you know what it is like to lose yourself so much that a completely new person is created? This happened to me. It wasn’t instantaneous or quick. It took a decade. God allowed me to be stripped down to nothing, not even my own voice. Then, he reconstructed me, heart, mind, soul and VOICE. If you are in a season where there is heavy pruning, flesh death, becoming bare like a new born, you my friend, I am praying for and simultaneously praising God.
He put vision in my eyes, conviction on my heart, dreams in my spirit and a voice capable of accomplishing his will. His remolding of me and you is a beautifully painful journey. On the other side, the best version of you will emerge. The potter molds his clay with the best intention and precision.
I can’t wait to see the new you. I hope you are seeing a new me. To God be the glory.