The Whisper of God to The Wounded Servants: Like a Tree in a Deforested Land Hardcover – Large Print, June 22, 2025

To the ones who carry a heavy heart, I don’t know what you’ve lived through to arrive at these pages, but I believe you are carrying more than anyone has ever truly seen. I believe that somewhere along your journey, you were asked to be strong when what you needed was to be held. I believe someone expected your shade while forgetting to water your soul. I believe you’ve survived things no one ever gave you language for, and somewhere in that silence, you became too used to being unseen, too skilled at being “okay.”I believe there is a version of you that stopped speaking, even when you had lots to say, but you remained quiet for so long because no one ever listened gently enough for your heart to stay open. If that sounds like you, then this message is for you, and this book is your safe place. Some wounds do not need to be explained. They only need to be witnessed, cradled with patience, and met with the kind of love that does not try to fix but simply stays. Some of us have spent our entire lives waiting for someone to simply stay. This message is not a prescription but a companion. It is not here to give you rules to follow but to give you rest, to tell you that I feel you. It is for those who felt everything too deeply in households that allowed no room for emotion. It is for those who never learned how to name their pain, but feel it in their bones every day. It is for those who were never affirmed, only corrected. For those who were never asked how they felt, only told what they should be. For those who survived, even when survival meant abandoning themselves in the process. I don’t write above you. I write beside you. As someone who’s cried on prayer mats, wondering what healing even means. As someone who wore strength like a mask and called it faith. As someone who got tired of carrying a heart that no one could hold. I write as someone who finally stopped trying to be what the world wanted and started listening to what my soul needed. Every ink of my pen is a seed from that journey. Every word is a whisper that I wish someone had spoken to me when I was breaking quietly. Read more