I woke up with a sore throat. I had hoped it would get better as the day progressed. It didn't. By the middle of the afternoon I sounded like Kermit the frog.
I thought about not going to small group. It was a 45 minute drive there at the end of rush hour and a 45 minute drive back at 11pm. I was already exhausted from making that same trek once that morning. And I was sick.
Do I go and risk infecting other people with this sudden illness? Do I stay home and try to fight it?
I'm not a "stay home because I have a cold" person. I get colds a lot, so I'd miss out on a lot of life if I stayed home every time.
So over to the mansion I drove. When I got there, I learned half of the other people had colds, too. Last week we were all healthy; this week we had a germ-sharing party.
A sniffler. A sneezer. Kermit. What a choir!
Out came the guitar to sing some praise and worship songs.
Sometimes my speaking voice "frogs" before my singing voice or vice versa. It's rare they're both nasty at the same time. But, then again, I don't usually go from fine to Kermit in one day.
I apologized to the girl sitting next to me and tried to sing. Yup, nothing.
Time to move my lips and life a joyful noise from my heart...
Time to listen. Losing your normal voice is like being put in time out. Sometimes it's just not physically possible to speak. Other times it hurts. Or you just don't want to hear yourself.
"I'm worshipping YOU, God," I said in my traditional frog-voice campaign.
Listen, God spoke to my heart.
Is this like Guatemala but without the orange paint? I want to sing.
Listen. You sang on Sunday.
Thank You that I had a voice to participate in such a wonderful, Spirit-filled praise and worship service on Sunday. I'm sorry it took losing my voice today to be grateful for something I took for granted yesterday. Lesson learned. [pause] Can I have it back now?