I can’t remember exactly all the events that led up to this but, I’ll try to tell it as best I can. It began around Christmas time; I saw and heard this politician who was running for the presidency in 2008 speaking on YouTube. My senses, especially my hearing, were awakened because he spoke the truth. Truth spoke quietly in my ears and said, “Yes he is.” My mind had just asked the question, “Is he for real?” Liar jumped in and spoke cynically, “He’s a politician and they all lie.” God had always told me to listen to Truth. Sometimes I did, and sometimes I blindly listened to Liar because at one time I didn’t really see Truth for who he was.

Speak prompted me to say to my husband, “I wasn’t going to vote until I heard this guy speak.” My husband agreed with me wholeheartedly. Silence just sat there brooding at what this revelation meant for me. Speak had always tried to encourage me to use my God-given voice, but Silence always triumphed at shutting me up because I had always felt insecure of what would come out of my mouth—fearing other people’s rejection. Liar and Silence would team up at times and bring me down, I didn’t know that I was oppressed until Truth and Speak helped me along this journey. Liar would whisper often in my ear, “Don’t speak, because you will stumble over your words and nobody will take you seriously.” Silence, well-- was mostly silent; she usually just sat there with a numb kind of look approving Liar’s every devious actions.

Truth spoke gently and said, “Seek me.” Liar screamed immediately, “Cynthia, you don’t have time!” God said, “Seek and you shall find.” Speak watched me eagerly. Silence, surprisingly, stood up because she was anxious to hear what I would say to Truth. In my pensiveness, I finally came to the conclusion that it was time—I was tired of Silence just sitting there doing nothing and Liar always weighing my heart down. I solemnly told Truth, “Okay.” Liar stormed out the room and he defiantly said, “You’ll be sorry.” Silence sat back down crushed. Speak jumped up and said, “It’s about time!” God had started working out the events that would lead me to finally find my voice. First of all, I had to seek truth.

After that fateful event of watching an honest politician, my mind was yearning for truth. I was truly inspired. I began to read and research things—things that I have always questioned. Sometimes, I would find documentaries and that would break up the monotony of just reading. Speak and Truth was eagerly watching me develop my thoughts day after day. And, then one day I had the courage to write my friends and family an email that would warn them of what was going on in our nation and world. I felt strongly that they just had to know. I was excited and scared at the same time. But, I hit that send button as though, I was about to drop a nuclear bomb.

A couple of days past and there were no responses to my email. I was beginning to get a little discouraged, but then one day I got mail! A friend responded and did not agree with me—ouch that hurt. Liar chuckled and Silence sat there smiling mischievously. I was determined to set my friend’s mind straight because I had found truth and I was on a crusade to persuade. So, I responded promptly back with my argument and then there it went back and forth. I finally was defeated when my friend told me that she did not want to receive this kind of email anymore, only the superficial messages of, “How are you?” Liar reminded me, “I told you, you would be sorry.”

But, lo and behold, another friend responded and was surprised because her husband had been trying to tell her the same thing. My email was a confirmation from God to her that she had better listen. I was elated, but I found it sort of sad that she would listen to me over her husband. But, then I remember over a year ago, my husband was trying to tell me truth and I didn’t listen. Some politician on YouTube had to inspire me to seek it and I am recalling all those nasty things I said to my husband a year prior. I had to humbly apologize to my husband, thanks to Speak and Truth encouraging me to do so.

When I started to speak, mostly through my writing emails and blogging on MySpace; I had gained confidence. I even got an editorial position for the second largest women’s website for the news and politics section, their tag line is: The Voice of Women—hey how about that? I had started getting some fan mail (1 hate mail) and an editor of a newspaper in DC asking permission to reprint one of my articles—not bad for a person that used to be content in being silent. The other day, I spoke with a friend that I used to attend church with. I had to tell her that I didn’t agree with the church’s doctrine and the direction of where they were going. I could no longer bring myself to attend or associate with that type of church service, it was difficult because she was close to the pastor and a good friend of mine-- but I got through it. I knew already that she wasn’t going to agree with me. She thinks I have backslidden, but I know better. I had to tell Liar to shut up. And, I just glared at Silence. Speak and Truth was so proud of me.

I realized that people had to learn truth when and if they were ready to receive it. Liar would sometimes sneak in and say, “You’re crazy, don’t speak out—nobody will take you seriously. Nobody wants to hear what you have to say.” But, Truth and Speak always encouraged me because occasionally at least one or two did respond to my voice and that was important. I did encourage and inspire someone. I remember that parable in the Bible of that one lost sheep that was found, and in my case inspiring those precious few were enough for me. Today, my heart rejoices because Truth had helped me to finally find my voice.