There was a season in her life when everything went quiet. Not peaceful quiet. Not restful quiet. But the kind of silence that makes you question everything you thought God promised. She had prayed. She had fasted. She had served faithfully—even when no one saw her. And yet… nothing was moving. Doors that once seemed open had shut without explanation. People she once leaned on drifted away. Even her own confidence felt like it had abandoned her. “God, did I miss You?” s

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