- When you think you’re smart and don’t drink water on a long car trip but end up getting a sore throat, you’re not.
- Hot tea, honey, and lemon really do help to quell the coughing caused by a sore throat. However, as soon as you stop drinking tea, you begin coughing again.
- Your alarm on your phone will not ring if your phone is on silent.
- Consuming sugar directly before attempting to sleep can result in restlessness, guilt, resolutions of healthier eating on the morrow, and exercise sessions in the dark while everybody else in your room is asleep. Oh, and, extreme tiredness on the following day.
- My voice belongs to God. I’m not going to say God took away my voice, but he certainly allowed my voice to fade. It started out as a sore throat. Then I began coughing at night. Soon enough, I was coughing all day long. When I did talk, Austin compared my voice to that of a 13-year-old boy. It went up and down, high and low. My voice was the worst on Day 3, when I use it the most. I had a couple of classes and was scheduled to help with Beginning Public Speaking. Also, since it was the first day of the speech conference, I had to be part of the opening program and introduce Tim and myself. On top of that, we had the evening program to present. The evening before, I had been up really late coughing. I had tried walking around or sitting up and nothing helped. Eventually, I decided to give my cough to God. If he wanted my voice back by tomorrow, he would have to give it to me. I didn’t know if he would heal my voice or what… I just knew that God was with me. The next morning, I croaked through the opening program and Katie Mac taught one of my classes. My biggest memory from that day was sitting in the staff room, being told again and again to stop talking and to take some emergen-C. I felt like myself and had plenty of energy… just I couldn’t talk. It was frustrating. The people around me were up and doing things while I couldn’t. They would smile at me, hug me, and ask how I was doing. I felt so loved, but so weak, which I rather disliked. Kelsea prayed for me and I made it through the evening program mostly uneventfully, though I still sounded odd. (I actually, I loved the way it sounded, but it hurt to talk.) By the end of the next day, I was literally alternating between coughing and breathing. I couldn’t take more than three breaths before I started coughing again. I avoided talking and had a very unnatural evening, not being able to talk and laugh as I usually do. On Sunday, my voice came back. Not completely, but it was a huge change. I thought about nearly every word that came out of my mouth. It was such a joy and blessing to be able to speak. Basically, I could talk again!!!! I came away from that experience with a greater appreciation and respect for my voice. More than that, I realized that my voice is a gift. It isn’t something I own or direct. If words come out of my mouth, it is only by God’s goodness and I need to make sure all of those words honor Him. Or even better, I need to make sure that all of my words are His words…things He would want me to say. God has allowed me to talk and I want to be an excellent steward of this gift. My voice belongs to God.
The LORD said to him, "Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the LORD? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say."
~Ex 4: 11 - 12
~Ex 4: 11 - 12