I’ve never really been good at charades. I’m still not. Even after a week of not talking. My husband has done the best with my clues but only because he knows me so well. My kids sure have enjoyed guessing though. They like putting words in my mouth or in my text-to-speech app. Each has claimed that I’ve said they are my favorite.
Not talking hasn’t really been that difficult though. Once I got past the miserable stage of yet another surgery, it gave me a kind of reprieve, like a vow of silence to refocus and center. It’s been some of the best writing time I’ve ever had. I think I might miss that a little.
I’m not sure what will happen when I’m allowed to talk again. I’m not afraid though. I’m not even anxious. I don’t feel a strong knowing that my voice will be back, not that I expect it won’t either, but I trust God to finish what He started in me. And I trust whatever that is, even if it looks differently than I’d like. I’m just resolved. I’m resolute regardless of what comes out of my mouth, and mind you His name will be my aim. It’s settled deep inside me that voice or no voice…it is well with my soul.