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I think a lot of us learned very young that keeping the peace was safer than using our voice.

So we stayed quiet.

We swallowed our feelings, avoided difficult conversations, laughed things off when they hurt, and convinced ourselves that our needs weren’t as important as everyone else’s. We became the peacemakers, the helpers, the ones who smoothed things over and kept everything running.

At the time,it felt like the right thing to do.

Maybe it even kept us safe.

But somewhere along the way, many of us stopped sharing not just our hurts, but pieces of ourselves too.

We tucked away our opinions. We silenced our questions. We buried our disappointments. We carried trauma quietly and learned to make ourselves smaller so other people could stay comfortable.

The problem is that when you spend years doing that, you can start to forget who you are beneath all the accommodation.

You forget that God gave you a voice too.

Not so you could be harsh. Not so you could win every argument. Not so you could demand your own way.

But so you could speak truth. So you could set healthy boundaries. So you could say no when your heart means no. So you could share your story. So you could use the gifts, wisdom, and perspective He placed inside you.

I think some of us have been carrying unspoken words around for years, like old letters tucked away in a worn satchel. Conversations we never had. Feelings we never expressed. Pain we never acknowledged. Parts of ourselves we quietly packed away because they seemed inconvenient to everyone else.

And maybe that’s why finding our voice feels so emotional.

It’s not just about speaking. It’s about coming back to ourselves. It’s about realising that God never asked us to disappear so everyone else could be comfortable.

He never asked us to shrink.
He never asked us to silence the very person He created us to be.

Because here’s the thing, someone out there needs your story. Someone needs to hear how you survived. How you healed. How God met you in the darkest places and carried you through.

Someone needs your honesty because they’re sitting exactly where you once sat, wondering if they’ll ever make it through too.

And sometimes the very thing we’re most afraid to talk about becomes the thing God uses most.

Your voice may be the permission someone else needs to stop hiding.

Your story may be the reminder that they’re not alone.

Your courage may help another woman realise she was never meant to disappear either.

If this is your season of finding your voice again, of speaking honestly, healing deeply, and walking a little taller than you used to, I hope you know something.

You don’t have to earn your place anymore.

You don’t have to make yourself smaller to belong.

God knows your voice. He gave it to you.
And perhaps it’s time you started using it too.

- Little Sparrow Loved

littlesparrowloved.substack.com

I think a lot of us learned very young that keeping the peace was safer than using our voice.

So we stayed quiet.

We swallowed our feelings, avoided difficult conversations, laughed things off when they hurt, and convinced ourselves that our needs weren’t as important as everyone else’s. We became the peacemakers, the helpers, the ones who smoothed things over and kept everything running.

At the time,it felt like the right thing to do.

Maybe it even kept us safe.

But somewhere along the way, many of us stopped sharing not just our hurts, but pieces of ourselves too.

We tucked away our opinions. We silenced our questions. We buried our disappointments. We carried trauma quietly and learned to make ourselves smaller so other people could stay comfortable.

The problem is that when you spend years doing that, you can start to forget who you are beneath all the accommodation.

You forget that God gave you a voice too.

Not so you could be harsh. Not so you could win every argument. Not so you could demand your own way.

But so you could speak truth. So you could set healthy boundaries. So you could say no when your heart means no. So you could share your story. So you could use the gifts, wisdom, and perspective He placed inside you.

I think some of us have been carrying unspoken words around for years, like old letters tucked away in a worn satchel. Conversations we never had. Feelings we never expressed. Pain we never acknowledged. Parts of ourselves we quietly packed away because they seemed inconvenient to everyone else.

And maybe that’s why finding our voice feels so emotional.

It’s not just about speaking. It’s about coming back to ourselves. It’s about realising that God never asked us to disappear so everyone else could be comfortable.

He never asked us to shrink.
He never asked us to silence the very person He created us to be.

Because here’s the thing, someone out there needs your story. Someone needs to hear how you survived. How you healed. How God met you in the darkest places and carried you through.

Someone needs your honesty because they’re sitting exactly where you once sat, wondering if they’ll ever make it through too.

And sometimes the very thing we’re most afraid to talk about becomes the thing God uses most.

Your voice may be the permission someone else needs to stop hiding.

Your story may be the reminder that they’re not alone.

Your courage may help another woman realise she was never meant to disappear either.

If this is your season of finding your voice again, of speaking honestly, healing deeply, and walking a little taller than you used to, I hope you know something.

You don’t have to earn your place anymore.

You don’t have to make yourself smaller to belong.

God knows your voice. He gave it to you.
And perhaps it’s time you started using it too.

- Little Sparrow Loved

littlesparrowloved.substack.com

Yes 🙌

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