I lost my voice again today. It was horrible. This weekend I had a conference for all of the teachers on my program. It was supposed to be my solace, my respite from the stresses of my homestay, my time when I could just kick back and swap stories and vent with all of my fellow teachers and friends and for just a few days, not worry about anything. But instead, it turned out that I wasn't able to swap any stories at all. I wasn't able to vent, I wasn't able to share advice or suggestions, I wasn't able to say anything at all.
And honestly, it really got to me. It was quite stressful. This weekend, which was supposed to be my respite, my time away from my all my problems. But instead, my voice wasn't working. And so I was forced to simply listen, no talking involved. But what I love is that sometimes God doesn't expect me to talk. He just wants me to listen.
And honestly, it really got to me. It was quite stressful. This weekend, which was supposed to be my respite, my time away from my all my problems. But instead, my voice wasn't working. And so I was forced to simply listen, no talking involved. But what I love is that sometimes God doesn't expect me to talk. He just wants me to listen.
Isaiah 30:19-21
19 People of Zion, who
live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious he will be when
you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. 20
Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of
affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you
will see them. 21 Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” 
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