Laryngitis Healed through Prayer
Prayer heals laryngitis the day of a woman's big concert.
As a sophomore in college, I participated in a lot of extra-curricular activities. I loved to dance; I loved to play sports; and I loved to sing. One term that year, I decided to join the chorus. We were going to learn a number of different pieces that we would sing in a big concert at the end of the quarter. I was so excited. I loved the music the choir director had selected for us.
About three weeks away from the concert, my throat began to hurt. I was so busy with all my classes and other activities that I just tried to ignore the problem. But a few days later, I couldn't speak a word. I had completely lost my voice.
Speaking and, of course, singing became increasingly more difficult to the point where nothing but a funny little noise would come out of my mouth. Still, I just ignored the problem. Final projects and exams were quickly approaching, and I figured that so long as I was feeling fine physically, I was sure my voice would return in a matter of days. Well, this didn't happen. A week went by, two weeks went by, and even three weeks went by, and I still wasn't able to use my voice. By this point, I was very frustrated because the chorus concert was only a day away, and I did not want to miss out on it. So I made the conscious decision, right then and there, that I would be a part of that concert the following night, and nothing could prevent me from participating.
I realized that I had been so swamped by everything else going on in my life that I had put aside the one thing I knew how to do best -- and that was to pray. I decided to go and spend some quiet time in our care facility on campus, where I could get away from everything else that was going on.
I stayed up almost all night, praying. I thought about all the qualities of music, and I realized that it did not make sense that I could be prevented from expressing such qualities as harmony, joy, and beauty. I opened the Bible to one of my favorite Psalms: "Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving…" (Ps. 147:7). That's all I needed! I knew that God was taking care of me. With that thought in mind, I went to sleep.
The next morning, I left the care facility so that I could go to class. While it still was a little difficult to talk, I did not let this bother me. I completely trusted God that I would be able to sing in the concert that night.
That night, I arrived at the auditorium an hour early because the chorus was going to have their final rehearsal before the show. Right before we started, I closed my eyes and thought about what my role was in that concert. I realized that my job was to do nothing but express harmony, joy, and beauty. How could I be prevented from doing that? Just then, our choir director came onto the stage so that we could warm up. The music started; we all stood up; and the notes just belted out of me. I sang every song in that concert that night without any trouble at all. I was so grateful!