Wow! What a crazy day...

Ok, I don't want to sound preachy or anything, but you know how you hear those stories about a Church pageant that was held out doors, and the rain stops for the duration of the show, and then once they finish it begins to pour again? Well have I got a story for you. But first, let take things in order...

So I get up this morning, get ready to go to church, and head out. I was fairly well prepared to teach my class, but my voice wasn't. This crazy infection his practically made a mute out of me. Anyway, time for class comes around, and I make it through the lesson. My voice was crackly the whole time, but I somehow made it through. It was actually one of the best lessons I've taught in a while. I think it almost helps to talk so quietly, as everyone really has to pay attention in order to hear me. I may have to just speak more quietly whenever I teach. Anyway, the class went well, and I got quite a few compliments afterwards. (I find that when the classes go better, people I don't know well will compliment, but when they're sub-par, my friends compliment.) Anyway, it went well, and then after church, we all ate together. Mmmm... BBQ burgers!!! Then I thought I'd go home and rest my voice so that perhaps I might be able to sing this evening. Plans changed as I got invited over to someone's house for dessert and games. This probably wasn't the best thing for me to do. Oh well.

The time for singing was hastily approaching, and I had no voice. I tried the warm salt-water gargle, and it helped a bit. Anyway, I went to the church to practice with the others before the performance. I pushed my voice through one complete run-through. It was quite shaky, and I cut out a couple of times. (Time for a silent prayer, and a Fisherman's Friend.) Anyway, I tried to save my voice as much as possible until it was time to sing. Little did I know, we were second last in the program, and I had long since dissolved my last lozenge. The time came, I joined the others in the group on the stand, and we sang. I sang. The notes just came out, and in key even. So then, I go to sit down and listen to the final number. There was then a closing congregational hymn. Halfway through said hymn my voice fell apart again.

Again, I don't mean this to sound overly preachy, but I know that I was blessed with temporary relief from my voice problems to sing this song. It was literally about 5 minutes after I sat down that my voice died again. While this wasn't walking on water, or any great vision or something, this was still a bona fide miracle, at least to me. And people say that the days of miracles are over. I beg to differ.