Hello, friend and welcome to my page!!
I am excited to start this new journey in my life of writing a blog. I am more of a secret writer, scripting my thoughts on my journals through the years. Most of my journals are full of prayers and my personal conversations with God. I encourage you to hear my heart and be patient as I learn about this new endeavor.
Years ago, as I spent time talking with God—reading and meditating on His Word—I found myself captivated by Romans 8:26:
“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.”
Another version says, “…with groanings too deep for words.”
What stood out to me most was the phrase wordless groans.
I became intrigued by what the Spirit does for us in our weakness. When I don’t have the words to say, He does. He intercedes on my behalf in His own language.
As I read a few Bible commentaries, I began to understand this more deeply. Ellicott’s Commentary explains:
“When the Christian’s prayers are too deep and too intense for words—when they are more a sigh heaved from the heart than any formal utterance—then we may know that they are prompted by the Spirit Himself. It is He who is praying to God for us.”
Alexander MacLaren writes:
“Language breaks down in the attempt to express our deepest emotions… grief can say more in a sob and a tear than in many weak words… The groanings which rise from the depths of the Christian soul cannot be forced into the narrow framework of human language; and just because they are unutterable, they are to be recognized as the voice of the Holy Spirit.”
At the time, these words were comforting—but I wasn’t yet in a season where I couldn’t express myself to God.
Little did I know, I was being prepared.
In March 2016, our son began experiencing unexplainable pain. He would shake and cry, and at only 15 months old, he didn’t have the language to tell us what he was feeling.
The doctors we saw didn’t believe me. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong, and he was misdiagnosed.
By May, his pain had worsened. I was desperate—exhausted, frustrated, and angry that his suffering had gone on for so long without answers.
Finally, on May 3rd, a specialist truly saw him. He advocated for my son and sent us to the ER. After several tests, we received a diagnosis: spondylodiscitis—a severe and rare infection in his spine.
He was admitted to the hospital, and we entered one of the hardest seasons of our lives.
What I want to share is what God reminded me of during those long, cold hospital nights.
After feeling angry with God—honestly, very angry—I knew I needed to talk to Him. I needed to pour out everything: my frustration, my fear, my sadness… even the emotions I couldn’t name.
But when I tried, I couldn’t.
As I held my son, I would begin, “Dear God…”
and then the tears would come.
My body would shake with sobs.
My words wouldn’t form.
I had nothing but groans.
At first, I thought I was losing control—that my emotions were too much.
But after several nights like this, the Spirit gently reminded me of what I had learned months before.
I wasn’t failing to pray.
The Spirit was interceding for me.
In my deepest weakness—when I couldn’t find the words—He was already speaking. He was translating every tear, every sigh, every ache into a language my Abba Father fully understood.
That truth carried me through the weeks of our son’s hospital stay.
Romans 8:27 says:
“And the Father who knows all hearts knows what the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers in harmony with God’s own will.”
I continued to reflect on that season, and in the fall of 2016, I felt God gently remind me:
“I am your Wordless Voice. I speak on your behalf. I advocate for you.”
That truth changed me.
But God didn’t stop there—He challenged me to do something more.
As I processed everything with my husband, he encouraged me to take a step of faith and begin sharing my writing. He challenged me to start a blog—a place where I could share my story, my struggles, and what I was learning about God, myself, and others.
That is how Wordless Voice was born.
My desire is to be honest about my journey with the Father—to share the hard seasons, the lessons, the growth, and the grace found in all of it.
This experience taught me that even when I have no words, the Spirit does.
He takes my tears, my groans, my silence, and translates my wordless voice into a beautiful language before my Heavenly Father.
And for that, I am forever grateful..
Stay tuned to the next word…
Great blog!
Thank you Carlos.
I truly love this Yaneth and I am so proud that you have took this leap of faith and sharing with the world what God has placed in your heart!!!! I feel inspired already and will stay tuned as I am eager to read more about what God places in your heart! Love you tons!
Thank you sweet lady for your encouragement. I appreciate the love and support.
Awesome!!!
Thank you Veronica.
You are amazing to want to add this to all you are already doing in your busy life, Yaneth! I know your wise words, experiences and ponderings will be of great benefit to many people and the God of all the universe will bless you in the journey!❌⭕️❌⭕️
Thank you for your encouragement Valerie. I appreciate your wisdom too. I learned a lot from this past Bible study, learning more about Ruth gave me courage to step out in faith to try this.
Love this Yaneth!
Thank you Angie.