I’m left speechless

But…my fingers can still talk!

I am currently experiencing a bout of laryngitis.

I have been under the weather for a couple of days.  Nothing serious--at least nothing that mega-doses of Vitamin C and peppermint tea with honey can’t handle.  And it has worked quite well.   The sore throat and yucky feeling left this morning, but the laryngitis arrived this afternoon.

Not having my voice is fun for all of…a nano second.

Knowing you can’t talk is one thing. 

Forgetting you can’t talk is another.

So when those natural, spontaneous outbursts of song that break forth from my vocal chords as O Holy Night starts playing come out unexpected wheezy croaks instead—it can be a tad discomfiting.

But on the other hand, I am forced to be quiet.  I am forced to be a listener.  Funny, I’ve been without my voice for half a day, and I realize just how much I talk.

This is a hard, but good lesson I’m learning.  Be quiet.  And listen.

I’m liking the verse ‘Be still and know that I am God’ (Ps. 46:10a).

Sometimes that’s all He asks of me. 

Be still.  Don’t talk, don’t worship, don’t read, rein in my thoughts. 

Just be still.

Easier said than done in my life, I’m afraid.

I’m hoping when I wake up my voice will be back {after all, I’m no martyr!} and I’ll be able to belt out O Holy Night with the best of them.

But if not…

I will be still.

It’s All Literally Silent Night Good!

Brenda