so Christy said to me today … “rest. rest your voice” via email of course because talking to me on the phone right now is quite a comical and grueling experience for both parties. then she said, “I think that’s from God, too.”
today I tried to work - it’s amazing how much of my required the use of my voice.
it’s also undeniable how much better my throat etc is in the morning when I haven’t used my voice for a good 8 hours or so. it’s also undeniable how much it hurts at the end of the day when I have been using my voice more than I should.
As frustrating as this is, I find it somewhat amusing (at least the voice bit), the girl who loves the quiet, loves to be quiet, falls into silence quite easily … well, she has been silenced. And is not liking it now it’s not a choice.
I feel like Zechariah, especially after both the doctor (i.e. Christy) and God (i.e. through Christy) had a pretty strong but loving sentiment on the whole thing. so maybe I’ll get a cool prophesy or something when my voice comes back?
oh something else I’ve just noticed … I don’t cough nearly as much when I sit still. and when I don’t cough as much my through doesn’t hurt as much and what do you know, the sound that comes forth when I try to speak doesn’t sound nearly as hideous.
silence and stillness … definitely something spiritual to all this sickness. definitely something prophetic.
be quiet.
be still.
sounds like God.
Besides maybe both are necessary for real rest.
