I lost my voice over the weekend. It has probably happened to all of us at some point in time. The culprit could be anything from allergies, to overzealous fandom at a sporting event. The issue usually resolves itself in a couple days.
What is generally a couple days of inconvenience for most people, is the stuff of nightmares for me. The thing that wakes me up in the middle of the night isn’t the scary knife-wielding man chasing me, or the monster in the closet. For me it’s being in the grasp of the scary thing, and being unable to scream for help.
My voice is very important to me. As an adult, I never shy away from asking questions, voicing my dissent, or calling things like I see them. My voice is my primary troublemaking tool, but I also use it tell myself to pull it together, to repeat my affirmations, and to sing to myself when I am nervous. I feel kind of lost without it.
I believe that heaven has sense of humor. Some things have happened already this week that would have caused me to not only raise my voice, but I probably would have said not nice things in the process. I would have gotten myself into trouble, and the Lord knows, I don’t need any more trouble right now.
There’s an old hymn I used to sing in church.
“Blessed Quietness, Holy Quietness. What assurance in my soul. On the stormy sea, Jesus speaks to me and the billows cease to roll.”
I have to be honest. This blessed quietness doesn’t quite feel so blessed or holy, The billows certainly seem to keep rolling. But Jesus is speaking to me, and because I have no choice but to be quiet, I can actually hear Him.
My prayer for you today is that you use your own voice for the benefit of others, and that no matter how much you yell, that you always hear His voice over your own.