When I Seem Silent

I know it's been a while since you've felt my voice clearly about your purpose. You've prayed, asked for direction, and the heavens seem silent, as if I had forgotten the promise that once felt so alive inside you.

Joseph had clear dreams in his youth — dreams that pointed to greatness. Then came the pit, slavery, unjust imprisonment, years of apparent silence. But I never forgot the dreams I gave him. I was working behind the scenes the whole time, arranging the pieces he couldn't see.

My silence is not absence. It is hidden work. Keep holding on to the promise in your heart, even without understanding the process. In the right time, just as it happened with Joseph, everything will make sense — and you will see that I never let go of your hand.