There was a period after the accident when I genuinely did not know if I would sing again. Not because of what happened to my body alone, but because of what happened to my spirit. Grief has a way of taking your voice long before it takes anything else.

I remember sitting with an instrument in my hands, unable to play a single note that felt honest. Everything I tried sounded like performance. I did not want to perform. I wanted to mean it again.

*”He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:3*

I love that this verse does not say I found a new song. It says He put one there. My voice did not come back because I forced it. It came back slowly, as I let God rebuild what grief had silenced, one honest note at a time.

If you have gone quiet whether that silence looks like not singing, not writing, not speaking up, not showing up the way you used to I want you to know the silence is not permanent. It might feel like it right now. But there is a difference between a voice that has died and a voice that is healing. Yours is healing.

Do not rush yourself back into noise just to prove you are okay. Let the new song come when it comes. It will not sound exactly like the old one. It might be better, because it will carry everything you survived to sing it.