Losing My Voice

On Christmas day I lost my voice. For two days I have not been able to communicate properly and with ease. I got a nasty pain in my throat which hurt everytime I tried to speak or cough. As a result I had a very quiet Christmas. I wasn't able to shout or comment on anything. I merely listened to conversations. And though I wanted to express an opinion or two, the nasty swelling in my throat prevented me from speaking.

I reserved my yeahs and nays to the most important questions of the day. I suppressed an irrepressible desire to laugh or joke about a funny incident or person. Oh, what a day! But this annoying experience has given me a rare insight into what I might be missing in life: the ability to focus my attention to what's being said without saying anything in return. I have been so used to speaking out loud. I am vocal with my complaints. I sometimes voice out criticisms and strong opinions with little regard to those who hear them.

The two days of quiet have given me an opportunity to hear and listen, to take everything in, to reserve my comments and to tailor my words to the necessary and the called for. I guess the incident is God's way of telling me to shut up because He has a very important thing to say. I just wish that I might give Him not only my two ears but my heart as well.