A few days ago, I wasn't feeling great. My throat was scratchy, and swelling was a little uncomfortable. I know that may not seem like a big deal to most people, but I made a realization about myself in this moment. Well, a realization about myself but more specifically my life. These types of aha moments used to scare me but now I feel a peace in knowing.
I was a military child, so I lived in a few different places as I was growing up. I spent the beginning of my life in The First State of the Union, Delaware. If you are familiar with this area, you know that there isn't much of an accent, like the more popular Northern States but that there is more of a distinct pronunciation of words. I think I was born speaking clearly and enunciating or maybe even over enunciating. Of course, I am too young to see the difference between my speech and say someone from the south.
The next place I live at is on the tiny Japanese island of Okinawa. I am extremely shy, so I don't remember too much talking or anything. I went to an American school of course, but on the weekends, there were many interactions with the Natives. I certainly don't think about the way in which speak because I am surrounded by people that all speak differently including those that speak a completely different language than I do. I believe that everyone in that situation is accepting of the differences and just go on with their lives.
Next up, Cali. California is a different land. Truthfully, the only time I am reminded about my voice was when I would be with my family in Dallas and then when I would be with my family in Charleston. If I am being honest, I got teased relentlessly for speaking so proper. Because the teasing was coming from my family, I rarely spoke to any one not related to me because I did not know what type of teasing would be awaiting me from strangers. I still think about it when I am talking to a stranger. I say all of that to so that I am all the way plugged in to my spiritual and God-given gifts.
If you are a believer in God, then you are a believer in Satan. Like me you understand that Satan comes to kill, steal and destroy. My gift is my voice and losing it recently has made that abundantly clear for me. Over the years, when I make it to the edge of a breakthrough, something happens with my voice. In the past, when I would lose my voice, I had no idea it was attached to a breakthrough though.
About 13 years ago, I was finding my written and oral voice. I know that I was headed in the right direction. I was writing and interviewing and doing things that amplified my voice. In church, I was even the official reader for my Pastor. Satan wants to kill your dreams, steal your future and destroy your hopes so there had to be a big attack to do those things because I was standing firmly in my destiny. I have never been accused of being a genius, so I took a long time to see what Satan was doing and accomplishing in my life.
Now, lesson learned. I am, once again standing on the precipice of my breakthrough. Bye-bye voice. The thing Satan didn't expect is that I know have understanding and the hand of God to guide so not this time. My voice will be heard. Losing my voice this time is just a way of letting me know that I have gotten this under control. It is the test to see if I allow it to stop me from moving forward. I am here to say that it will not stop me. I hope that this helps someone else realize that the thing or things that you are teased for or made to feel weird about, may just be Satan trying to stop your future from blooming. I did allow my voice to be silenced for over a decade but let me be the lesson you need to keep moving even when there is a setback. I have this and so do you.
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