No, the children weren’t sick or playing outside for hours on end.
I was without a voice. Reduced to a whisper (or a hoarse croak which sounded so awful that my family begged me not to talk at all), I realized how much I take for granted the ability to communicate through the spoken word. There was no calling the whole family to breakfast; I had to find each person and tell them it was time to eat. Thoughts would tumble into my head, but it was too much of an effort to try to squeak them out.
I realized that my voice is one of those things I didn’t truly appreciate until it was gone. I’m grateful that it’s back and that I have the ability, once again, to speak to others. It also gave me cause to pause and think – since God’s given me this voice, do I use it in a way that’s pleasing to Him?
What seemingly small, perhaps often overlooked, yet very useful thing might you be thankful for today?