I lost my voice. I had no idea how frustrating being inaudible would be. I've had this perpetual sickness that will not leave. The newest progression was a loss of voice. Funny, I spend most days at home in silence but when you have no option except silence, life is quiet indeed. I was incredibly frustrated. I went to go spend my "quiet" time with God and quickly realized I usually spend my time singing. Fail. Angry, I started ranting at God. How was I supposed to spend quality time with him when I couldn't make a sound?!?!
Lightbulb.
You know those incredibly obvious epiphanies? Bingo. Now, I am not saying that God purposefully took my voice away on the last day of the fast. I am not even saying, if you are an incredibly stubborn person who won't pause two seconds to do what you know you need to, God will bring an unexpected sickness upon you and smite your voice. However, I certainly think he takes advantage of situations like forced silence. After pouting, I picked up my Bible and read until I was tired. Simple. Yet, today my voice returned and I walked away with a bit of truth. Sometimes, I need to be okay with shutting my mouth and listening.
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