📖 Sacred Testimony LV
“The Voice That Held Me Together”
offered with music, memory, and the ache of a mother’s soul
After the courtroom broke me,
when I lost custody of my daughter
and my heart collapsed in on itself,
there was only one thing
that could hold the shattered pieces.
It wasn’t people.
It wasn’t therapy.
It wasn’t time.
It was Elvis.
His voice became my lifeline.
I played those songs over and over again—
his sorrow,
his tenderness,
his soul that reached past the pain
and found the places in me
that even I couldn’t touch.
My daughter got tired of it.
I don’t blame her.
She didn’t understand
that I wasn’t just listening to music.
I was listening to someone who saw me,
even from the other side.
Each song
was a prayer.
A lament.
A lullaby for the mother I couldn’t be,
and the woman I was still trying to become.
🌿 And now I see:
Even voices from beyond
can steady us in the silence.
Even when we think we are alone,
someone’s song
can light a lantern
in the night.
