The Shofar in my Throat: When God Calls You to Sound the Alarm

The other day, in the quiet of my spirit, I heard something that stopped me in my tracks:
“Your voice is like that of a shofar.”

At first, I sat with the phrase, turning it over in my mind like a scroll I couldn’t quite unroll. I knew what a shofar was, a ram’s horn, ancient and sacred, used to sound alarms, call assemblies, and mark moments of deep spiritual importance in Scripture. But this wasn’t about an instrument in someone else’s hands.
This was about me. My voice. My sound.

And suddenly, it made sense.

The Sound That Shakes

In the Bible, the shofar was never blown without purpose. It wasn’t background noise. It was a summoning. A warning. A signal. A declaration. It broke the silence with intention and pierced through the noise with clarity. And I realized, God wasn’t just complimenting me.
He was commissioning me.

My voice is not for decoration.
It is a spiritual weapon.
It awakens. It disturbs. It shakes.
It calls dry bones to attention and signals the beginning of something new.

When Silence No Longer Fits

There was a time when I didn’t know the power of my voice. I minimized it, muted it, or molded it into what was palatable. I feared being “too much,” “too loud,” or “too deep.” But this word reminded me:
Your voice isn’t too much, it’s just on assignment.

The weight I’ve often felt when I open my mouth is because what I carry is not casual. It’s sacred. And like the priests who prepared the shofar before every sound, I, too, must prepare, not just my voice, but my heart.

This Voice Breaks Chains

The shofar was used in Jericho.
It was used in war.
It was used in worship.
It was used in warning.
It was used in victory.

And so is my voice.

It breaks strongholds in worship.
It announces truth in a world drowning in noise.
It exposes deception.
It carries healing.
It doesn't whisper when God has called it to declare.

To the One Who’s Felt Muzzled

Maybe you’ve also been holding your voice hostage.
Maybe you’ve silenced yourself to protect others or to avoid rejection.
But can I tell you something? The enemy fears your sound.
Not because of volume, but because of what it carries.

This is not the season to hold back.

Let your voice be a trumpet in Zion.
Let it echo in the heavens.
Let it awaken your generation.

I’m Not Just Speaking—I'm Sounding Off

So yes…
My voice is like that of a shofar.
And I will no longer apologize for it.
I will no longer reduce it to background noise.
I will no longer delay its sound.

Because when God puts a sound in your spirit, it’s not for silence.
It’s for such a time as this.

Written by: Ebony Headspeth