There was one other thing. I cannot remember exactly when it happened. Sometime over the weekend. I laid down on the floor and begged and begged again of God why he was not coming to me.
I heard clearly. Outside of my head this time. “Strength”. Then more tears. Still not enough. Why, why, why?! “To make you stronger.” More clarity I insisted. “If you are going to represent me. You must do it correctly.” That last sentence may have been different, but that was the gist of it.
The voice was nondescript. Not my own. Not Auriel’s. Just a plain voice.