Queen Azariyah"s journal was full of incredible things, and Aria loved it with all of her heart. The words on the pages felt like the voice of a sister or a friend. Or a grandmother, truly, she thought. She began reading a little each day, looking for insight. Sometimes there was wisdom that she could not have received from anywhere else. Sometimes it was simply Azariyah"s grief that reached out to Aria, comforting her in her own grief. She found passages, also, that inspired her, teaching her about who she wanted to be, how she wanted to lead.
I long to sing the way I grew up singing, the journal read.
I long to sing the way I grew up singing, Each morning, we woke and sang to the Shaper— songs of blessing for the people, and in the evening, songs of thankfulness for the gifts of the da
