Age
and acid reflux have taken a toll on my vocal chords, and, for the last few
years, anytime I have attempted to sing, my voice has broken, cracked, and squawked.
BUT, for the last three months, I have been able to sing. Being able to sing again is pure joy for me,
and I am overwhelmed with gratitude every time anything other than screeching
comes out of my mouth.
I believe God did this. I am not sure why or how, but He
restored my voice in November, shortly after my father died and my husband and
I began attending a church where I, in spite of being female, am allowed to “bring
a hymn”* to the worship service. Incidentally—I thought—I had also started taking a
powerful medication for dry eyes.
Then, the medicine, although working
beautifully for my dry eyes, began to seriously disturb my balance. I fell—twice.
No dizziness, weakness, nausea, or lightheadedness, I simply fell. I called my
eye doctor who instructed me to stop using the drops. That was at the end of
December, and I have not fallen since.
I saw that doctor today. While I was in
his office, the coincidence between the medicine and my voice occurred to me,
and I asked if the drops could have restored my vocal chords. He said, “They do
run down the back of your throat after they leave your eyes, and anything is
possible.” He added, “Get your singing in now; the medicine will be out of your
system in another month.”
I am seriously sad and considering trying to take the
eye drops again if my voice starts to go. I am praying that the drops have
nothing to do with my voice and that my miracle will last just a little longer.
*What then shall we say, brothers
and sisters? When you come together, each of you has a hymn, or a word of
instruction, a revelation, a tongue or an interpretation. Everything must be
done so that the church may be built up. (I Corinthians
14:26)
