Whispers of Selah by Eunice

“Where butterflies dance, prayers bloom, and words find their wings.” 🦋

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🌸 The Whisper That Started It All🌸

There are moments in life when the heart longs to pause, to listen, to feel, to breathe. This space is one of those moments.

I created Whispers of Selah as a gentle corner of the internet wThere are moments in life when the heart longs to pause, to listen, to feel, to breathe. This space is one of those moments.here I can pour out my reflections, poems, devotions, and quiet thoughts; not to make noise, but to invite peace. It’s my way of whispering grace into the world, one soft post at a time.

The word "Selah" has always resonated with me. It means to pause, to reflect, to rest in the presence of something sacred.

In the Psalms, it invites the reader to stop not just to breathe, but to listen deeply. And that’s what this blog is: a space for stillness, for faith, for wonder… for whispers.

Whether you're here for a short visit or a long stay, I hope you find something beautiful in the quiet A reminder that softness is strength.

That your story matters.

And that sometimes, the most powerful moments come in the silence between words.

Welcome to Whispers of Selah

With grace and gratitude,

Eunice

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Hotdog🌭

There are moments when trauma does not return through flashbacks or tears.

Sometimes, it returns through the smallest things.

For me, it was a hotdog.

I grew up eating it since childhood. It was normal, comforting, familiar. But after my mother passed away, I suddenly could not eat it anymore for almost two years. I never fully understood why. My body and mind just rejected it.

Recently, I went through another painful chapter in life. The kind of pain that felt heavy, familiar, and emotionally exhausting. And for the first time after years, I found myself eating hotdog again while thinking about my mom.

That moment made me realize something about trauma.

Trauma is not only about what happened to us.

It is also about what stayed inside us afterward.

Our brain connects memories to foods, smells, songs, places, and routines. Sometimes we avoid certain things not because we hate them, but because they carry emotions we were not ready to face again.

Maybe healing is not forgetting.

Maybe healing is learning how to sit beside the memory without running away from it anymore.

And maybe love stays in the smallest things,

even in a simple meal we once shared with someone we deeply miss.

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✨ In the Hands of Love 🤍

✨ Held by love in my weakest moments.❤️‍🩹✨️

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☁️✨ Closure, Courage, and Choosing Healing ❤️‍🩹

A reminder that healing begins when we find the courage to speak and choose ourselves too.

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☁️⛈️ We Weathered Together ❤️‍🩹✨

Every relationship has its storms ⛈️. But love chooses to stay even when things feel heavy 🤍

It listens. It learns. It grows.

Healing takes time but hearts that choose to love again will always find their way back to each other 🕊️✨

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💔 "When Love Begins to Hurt"

💔 When love starts to ache instead of heal

There is strength in letting go and in choosing peace over pain.

You don’t have to stay where your soul no longer blooms.

🌙✨ Healing begins with honesty. True love, deep and freeing, often starts within.

🌿 It's okay to pause. To breathe. To begin again.

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When Wings Are Clipped🪽

Some wounds are invisible

But love... real love... heals even what we can't name

If you’ve ever felt clipped 🕊️ forgotten 🌧️ or unloved 💔 this entry is for you

You were never meant to walk through life with heavy wings

You were created to fly ✨

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🌿 A Lot of Relationship 🤍

🌧️ Some days are heavy. We carry memories, pain, regrets, and the silent weight of emotions we can’t explain. 🧩 We change. Grief reshapes us. The bubbly version of ourselves might turn quiet, guarded, and observant. That’s okay. You’re not lost; just in the middle of becoming. 🫶 Relationship is healing. It starts with God. It flows through our loved ones. And most importantly, it blossoms when we are kind to ourselves. ⏳ Healing isn’t rushed. Let your tears fall. Let grace come after. You're learning to carry the weight without letting it bury your soul.

🤍 Be gentle with your heart. You’re not who you were—and that’s not a bad thing. You are growing. You are healing. You are still deeply loved.

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“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 (NIV)

“Broken, but healing. Hurting, but hopeful. Grieving, but grateful.”

— Whispers of Selah by Eunice