While I had a great time away, I ended up returning with a very bad cold.
For me, that’s not so unusual, and ordinarily isn’t a big deal, except this time it seemed to get progressively worse, and then ultimately caused me to lose my voice – which as far as I can remember, would be a first time for me.
Under normal circumstances, that wouldn’t be a big deal. I had a few client calls and meetings that while it was a strain to talk for extended time, I could make it through and they would understand if I ended the call a little quicker than I normally would.
Except, this particular week, I had said yes to two ministry assignments.
A lady had seen my writing in a women’s devotional and had reached out months ago to ask me to share with her church and I had accepted the assignment.
I’d also been asked to be the speaker for my church’s women’s program the next morning, and I had also accepted that assignment.
Two assignments from two different churches back to back was unusual. Then add in not having a voice and the situation became laughable to me.
Laughable, not because it was funny, but more so because I knew that none of this was within my control and I was going to have to trust what only God could do.
By mid week when my voice started sounding worse, I started using natural remedies and praying and reached out to others for prayers as well. I tried to limit my talking, but have now discovered that I like to talk. That was hard for me, but I also realized the only way I could help the situation was to keep my conversations to only necessary conversations.
Friday night came – and through God’s help, I delivered the message and one that the attendees needed. I praised God for bringing me through.
But knew the bigger test was going to be the next morning.
I would be at church much earlier than normal, and because I had been away for a few weeks, my church family would want to talk. I would want to participate in the singing and praising – but knew that if I sang out – I would risk straining my voice even more – I had to adjust my need for wanting to sing.
By the time to deliver the message came, I know that only God did what He did. My voice held and the message was clear.
There are times in our lives that things are happening and we want to blame the enemy. It may very well be the enemy working – but, I’m reminded of who is ultimately in charge, and that’s who I want to take care of me. And, He always does.
Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for your love for us. Thank you for providing as we need. You have promised to give us just enough of what we need, for today. Help me to remember that no matter what it looks like, that you are a promise keeping God and, you’ve already won the battle.