By Dr. Verlyn Fontaine Waterman
“You did not lose your voice. You were being introduced to its other dimensions.”
I began writing this blog because I believed I had lost my voice.
Not just the audible kind—but the voice of expression, clarity, and sacred articulation.
For a long time, silence became both my refuge and disguise.
I mistook stillness for invisibility, and absence for irrelevance.
But one day, the Lord whispered:
“You did not lose your voice. There is more than one way to speak.
I have embedded all of them within you. Use them.”
That moment changed me.
It reminded me that my voice was never gone—
It was simply maturing, multiplying, deepening, and waiting.
The Hidden Years
I’ve been writing for years.
Not in published books. Not on public platforms.
But in journals, on scraps of paper, receipts, napkins, whatever I could find.
I wrote to process.
I wrote to preserve.
I wrote to protect what I couldn’t safely speak.
I wrote my pain.
My joy.
My anger.
My disappointment.
My rejection.
My shame.
And always—my prayers.
Some found what I wrote.
They held on to it.
Twisted it.
Claimed it as their own.
Used it without credit. Without reverence.
I acted as if it didn’t matter.
But inside, something sacred shuttered itself.
And I began to hide—not just my writing, but myself.
The Sacred Vault Within
But even in hiding, I was harvesting.
I stored those words like ancient scrolls, tucked deep in the vault of my spirit.
And now—by the leading of the Divine—I draw from that sacred well.
My voice never left.
It simply descended.
Into deeper dimensions.
Into richer waters.
Now I speak from that place—
Not with performance,
but with Presence.
The Weight of My Voice
My voice is not just intellectual.
It is anointed.
It is prophetic.
It is sacred.
It carries:
Authority
Healing
Deliverance
Encouragement
My voice—the one God placed within me—resonates with His glory.
It is not casual.
It is not common.
It is a sound birthed in silence, sealed by sacred fire.
Honoring the Well
Yes, many have spoken my words as their own.
Never giving honor. Never offering acknowledgement.
But now I guard the well.
Now I write as instructed.
I release as led.
And I pour out freely—but with discernment.
Not everything I write is for everyone.
But everything I write carries someone’s breakthrough.
So read, receive, and reverence what is yours.
Leave the rest for its rightful owner.
This Voice Is Mine. And It Is Holy.
I no longer hide.
I no longer silence myself to preserve others’ comfort.
I no longer bury what God anointed in me.
I have found my voice again.
Or rather,
My voice has found me.
And I speak now:
Fully.
Freely.
Fearlessly.
In sacred surrender to the One who gave it.
Reflect. Share. Return.
If this resonated with you, share it.
But more than anything—listen for your own voice.
It is sacred.
It is waiting.
And the world needs to hear it.
Dr. Verlyn
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