PLEASE DO NOT REMAIN SILENT
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After going through a myriad of personal difficulties and losing three black women who were mentors/sisters/guides to me, I began to doubt my faith. I thought myself to be doing everything as best as I could, and nothing seemed to be going well. I never doubted the existence of God; perhaps even worse I doubted that my pleas would be heard. <br><br>
I started crying and thought to myself, "If there are no answers, and God chooses to remain silent when we beg for understanding, what a cruel and pointless thing life is." I prayed," If you hear me God, please do not remain silent." <br><br>
It was raining outside. I went out in my clothes with nothing to cover me and sat on my porch as the rain soaked through my clothes. I noticed that next to me there was a plant that I had given my mother after a difficult period in her life. The plant had been dying slowly for weeks. It was a beautiful brilliant mini-rosebush when I brought it home. The leaves and the blossoms had fallen off and it had been browning for weeks. <br><br>
But now after the first storm of the season, the browning plant was growing green again and tiny rosebuds were blooming. I realized, like the rose, faith needs nourishment. If God did not forget the dying rose, surely I wouldn't be forgotten. <br><br>
At that moment a burst of rain came from the clouds and the streets filled with pouring rain. Then a small still voice said," I am never silent."
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