Two Sundays ago I heard a woman bear testimony about how the trial of having nodules removed from her vocal cords (she’s a choir teacher) and not being able to speak at all for a month had brought her closer to Jesus Christ as she realized that in many, many ways his voice, too, went unheard. I remember thinking how hard that experience would be. I lost my vocal stamina for several years when my children were small, but I could still speak, albeit quietly. For the last 3 days however, I have completely lost my voice and can only speak in the barest whisper.
It is frustrating to be inaudible in a loud world where so many people wear headphones. It pushes a mute person into invisibility. This is turning into one of my greatest trials. I’m sure it will pass as my cough goes away, but for now, it’s a very hard thing.
I am also learning from the experience of being inaudible as I remember to turn more and more to my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ who hear the prayers of my heart and know how to give me comfort and help to fulfill my calling as a youth leader in my church in spite of having no voice.
I’m reading Genesis 47 and I’m trying to imagine what it would be like to live in a time when I could say something to the effect of, “Well I’ve only been alive for 130 years…” Seriously??
Genesis 47:7-9 NIV
“Then Joseph brought his father Jacob in and presented him before Pharaoh. After Jacob blessed Pharaoh, Pharaoh asked him, “How old are you?” And Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty. My years have been few and difficult, and they do not equal the years of the pilgrimage of my fathers.”