Part 2 – Victory in Silence: The Power of Leaving Without the Last Word
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Editor’s Note: This entry comes from the earliest days of my awakening — before the Holy Spirit began reshaping my reactions, refining my voice, and teaching me how to war in the Spirit instead of the flesh. I am sharing this exactly as it was written to show the journey, not the destination. This is the raw me… before the roar was sanctified.
There’s a moment in every storm when the winds settle.
When the dust finally clears.
And what’s left is not chaos — but clarity.
I could’ve said more.
Believe me, the words were ready.
Sharp ones.
Clever ones.
Ones that could’ve sliced clean through the nonsense and left a mark.
But I didn’t.
Because the most powerful thing I said…
was nothing.
Silence.
That was my final move.
Not a rant.
Not a meltdown.
Not the last word I could’ve nailed to the wall.
Just silence.
And in that silence?
He heard everything.
He heard the “no more.”
He heard the “that’s enough.”
He heard the door closing softly — but permanently.
Silence isn’t weakness.
Silence is strength dressed in stillness.
Silence is me refusing to wrestle with what’s already beneath me.
Silence is me choosing myself without making a speech about it.
Silence says:
“I don’t need to prove a thing.”
“You revealed who you are — I’m not arguing with that.”
“I don’t need to burn the bridge when I can simply walk off it.”
He wanted the last word.
He wanted the final say.
He wanted control of the narrative.
But the moment I stopped replying was the moment I stepped into victory.
No fireworks.
No drama.
Just a woman choosing her peace over a pointless performance.
Because queens don’t play checkers.
They don’t fight jesters.
They don’t shout across the battlefield at people they’ve already outgrown.
They walk.
With quiet.
With certainty.
With dignity.
And the funny thing about silence?
It echoes.
Sometimes the footsteps of a woman leaving speak louder than any sentence she could’ve thrown behind her.
Reflection (Written after the Holy Spirit began reshaping me):
This entry captures the fire of my early awakening — the part of me that was still reacting from wounds, not yet from wisdom. Looking back, I can see how God used even this moment to break old patterns, expose the places I still needed healing, and begin forming the strength He would later sanctify. The silence I chose then became the surrender He used later.
With fire and grace,
This message carries fire. Pass it on. 👇🏻
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Victoria Player is an emerging prophetic voice, spiritual disruptor, and single mother based in the UK. She is the founder of Daughter of Thunder—a raw, Spirit-led platform for awakening women and equipping the remnant. After walking through decades of emotional abuse, loss, and dismantling, Victoria now shares her unfiltered journey of healing, calling, and consecration. Through her writing, she calls the hidden ones out of silence and into bold, holy purpose.
