When a woman has no one but God, the silence becomes her cathedral. Tears fall like holy water, washing the ache from places no one else could reach. She learns the language of the unseen—how a whisper in her spirit can part the chaos like the Red Sea, how strength can be born in the same breath as surrender. When a woman has God, she has everything. "The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit."