I was Hadassah before I was Esther.
Before the crown, before the throne, before the weight of a nation rested on my shoulders—I was just a girl. A girl who dreamed of an ordinary life, of family and quiet joys, of days that stretched into years without fear or uncertainty.
But that life was never meant to be mine.
Instead, I was taken from the home I knew and placed in the palace of a king I had never met. I was taught to speak with elegance, to move with grace, to become something I had never imagined myself to be. A queen.
Yet, even in the silk and gold of the palace, I never forgot who I truly was.
A daughter of exile. A child of a scattered people. A servant of the unseen God.
And when my people’s fate hung in the balance, I was faced with a choice—to remain silent and safe or to speak and risk everything.
I chose to speak.
This is not just my story. It is the story of a people who were destined to be forgotten but were saved instead. It is the story of a faithful God who was working, even in the shadows. It is the story of courage not born of fearlessness, but of faith.
It is the story of a girl who became a queen.
And a queen who became a deliverer.
For such a time as this.
