She Must Have Heard She must have heard about Lazarus. How death obeyed His voice. How a tomb cracked open at the sound of a name spoken with power. She must have heard of the five thousand fed with fragments of bread and fish, of the Centurion’s servant healed from afar, and of Jairus’ daughter rising at a whisper. The stories moved like wind through courtyards and kitchens, over dusty roads and whispered prayers. Each tale, a thread in the tapestry of hope, and she wondered… could He ever come to her town? Then one day a scream tore through the air. It was one of jubilation and cheer, “Jesus…