🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We did not eat.
We did not drink.
Three days.
Not just in Susa, but in every province where our people lived under the shadow of a date circled in blood.
We closed our shops.
We closed our mouths.
We opened our hearts.
And we fasted.
Because when the law is sealed and the gallows are raised, you hold your breath and hope heaven still listens.
We didn’t know what Esther would do.
We only knew she was our last hope.
The girl we once called Hadassah — now veiled in silk, seated beside a king, and holding our fate beneath her ribs.
We whispered:
Will she speak?
Will he listen?
Will God remember us?
🕊️ The Voice of God
She was afraid.
Of course she was.
Even queens can be crushed beneath the weight of expectation.
Even courage can tremble when death sits behind the door.
But fear does not offend Me.
It is not the absence of fear I look for — it is the choice to move through it.
I watched her wash her face.
Dress in royal robes.
Steady her hands.
I heard her say it — not to Me, but into the space where silence meets surrender:
“If I perish, I perish.”
And with that… the earth shifted.
Not in volume. Not in thunder. In resolve.
🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We waited.
The palace gates were closed to us, but every breath was lifted like incense.
We prayed for her words.
We prayed for his heart.
We prayed for the God who once split seas to stir again in silent courts.
We remembered Moses before Pharaoh.
Daniel before lions.
Ruth before Boaz.
And now — Esther before Xerxes.
A girl in exile.
A woman in power.
A voice in danger.
But not alone.
🕊️ The Voice of God
She walked the marble halls.
Uninvited.
Uncertain.
But she walked anyway.
And I — I extended the scepter before he ever raised it.
Because My favor is not based on protocol.
It is built on purpose.
She stood not only as a queen… but as a vessel.
A voice.
A hinge in the story of My people.
She was not speaking for herself.
She was carrying generations of prayer in a single breath.
🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
The moment came.
And she was not silenced.
She was not struck.
She was not refused.
The king leaned forward.
And the queen, our Esther, invited him to dine.
No demands.
Not yet.
But a beginning.
A door opened.
A thread pulled.
And we knew… something was shifting.
