🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
They came to every province.
Chariots, scribes, eunuchs — announcing a royal search for beauty.
A new queen was to be chosen.
A virgin, unblemished. Pleasing to the eye. Obedient.
We did not look up from our baskets.
We did not protest.
We knew this was not our world.
But then… they came to our streets.
And they took one of ours.
We had called her Hadassah.
Daughter of the myrtle tree.
Gentle and quiet, but never weak.
An orphan raised by Mordecai — wise beyond her years.
But now she was called Esther.
And they took her to the palace.
No one asked if she wanted the crown.
No one asked if she could keep her name.
She disappeared behind marble doors while the rest of us kept our heads down and prayed that our God could reach even into the courts of Persia.
🕊️ The Voice of God
She did not see herself as chosen.
She saw herself as obedient.
A daughter. A cousin. A quiet girl taken into a loud world.
But I do not need grand entrances to change history.
I needed one willing heart in the right place, at the right time, with a name hidden from men but known to Me.
The world called her Esther — star.
But I saw her as Hadassah — rooted, fragrant, growing even in exile.
She did not know it then, but she walked into that palace carrying My deliverance beneath her ribs.
🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We watched from a distance.
Some said she had forsaken her people.
Others whispered that Mordecai had forbidden her to speak.
But those of us who knew her… knew the tension she carried between obedience and identity.
We waited.
We fasted.
We said her name in prayer — not aloud, but in the corners of our rooms.
Hadassah.
Esther.
One of us.
We could not protect her.
But we trusted that the God of Daniel, the God of Ruth, the God of Joseph — the One who raised exiles in foreign lands — had not placed her there without purpose.
🕊️ The Voice of God
I have always worked through the ones the world overlooks.
Joseph, thrown into a pit.
Ruth, gathering grain.
Moses, raised in the house of Pharaoh.
And now… Esther.
A Jewess hidden in the empire of Persia.
They saw her beauty.
I saw My timing.
They praised her silence.
I was preparing her voice.
The king thought he chose her.
But I had chosen her long before he was ever born.
