Sometimes it Takes Losing Your Voice to Find it

Last night, something inside me changed. Feeling as if I had a clump in my throat, I had great difficulty getting my voice to speak. Voice, scratchy sounding, crackled, gone. Hard to hear me. Hard to understand. How things change when you literally lose your voice.

As I was driving into work this morning, I wondered how losing my voice was an opportunity for God to use me, my circumstances for something much greater than that. What is God trying to teach me? What does He want me to understand? What is the lesson?

Having lost my voice I thought about the ways in which I have figuratively, rather than literally, lost my voice, such as in those instances when I didn’t feel heard, or thought my voice (my thoughts, opinion, ideas), mattered.

Many times, I didn’t feel like I mattered either, period!

It’s easy to feel defeated after listening to and believing the lies of the enemy, being told what you aren’t rather than listening to God, and believing in who He says we are in Him-His beloved and beautiful child.

Over time, I’ve learned the power of my voice, the ways in which God’s love flows through me and pouring out His blessings onto someone else. 

I used to be very pessimistic, negative, complain about many things. That’s how I was raised, that’s what I come to know. I never knew anything different and was normal to me. Eventually, the weight of all this became much too heavy and burdensome. 

Slowly but surely, baby steps one might say, I’ve made much needed changes in myself, knowing the power and impact of my voice in everyday conversations and writings. I feel empowered and hopeful, knowing the love it brings.