When God Went Silent

In 2013, Lea's life fractured beyond recognition. She found her husband lifeless on the floor, and in that instant nothing-faith, family, identity, future-looked the same. When God Went Silent isn't polished grief. It's raw and unflinching: the scream that wouldn't end, nights that refused to soften, the folded flag she couldn't bear to touch. Lea tells the truth about how loss steals memory, distorts time, and leaves you moving through a world that expects you to function.

The collapse didn't stop at death. The faith she'd been taught buckled. The God who was supposed to comfort her disappeared into silence. The church offered answers that fell flat. The identity she had been carrying-wife, believer, good Christian woman-no longer fit.

This memoir is about what comes after the shattering. It is about how grief can take everything and still leave a strange kind of gift. Lea didn't find the God she was trained to fear; she discovered a Divine presence waiting inside the silence, beyond religion, beyond shame.

The second half traces that becoming. From the rubble of marriage, faith, and self, she learns to live again-not by rebuilding the old scaffolding, but by entering a truer relationship with the Sacred. Not a distant figure to appease, but a presence that breathes within.

This isn't a book of answers or theology. It's about the courage to let grief undo you, the honesty of admitting faith failed you, and the beauty of finding a Divine who meets you not in the pew or the pulpit, but in the hush that follows loss.

For anyone who has lost a loved one, a faith, or themselves, When God Went Silent isn't a sermon or a guidebook. It's a witness. A hand reaching through the darkness to say:

You are not alone. You never were. And even here, there is a way forward.