The sound of my voice


Some years ago I was taking vocal training. Often times in the session the instructor would say project your voice, you're whispering. You operate like you're afraid of your own voice. I'd get so frustrated every time he said it and so I eventually dropped out of the training. But the words of the instructor somehow stuck with me.

Fast forward 2012 I was called upon to preach my 1st sermon. My nerves got the best of me. All I kept thinking was no one wants to listen to me, no one wants to hear me and those words rang in my ear "youre afraid of your own voice". I begged and pleaded to not have to complete the assignment before me. That didnt work at all so after given no option I completed my assignment. That night someone came to me, a stranger someone who had no motive in encouraging me and she said " this was a platform I know but your voice, your words are what God sent me here for tonight". That night that curse of fear was broken.

After much reflection I understand that fear stemmed from my childhood, the abuse both physical and mental that no one wanted to hear about. It stemmed from the visions God told me to share that no one wanted to acknowledge. In those things I was taught my voice had no power, my words meant nothing, they served no purpose except to anger and so I became a silent being. 40 plus years later if I'm honest though I will speak with and on purpose I still dont like to hear the sound of my own voice. Words are oh so powerful.

People let me be the one to tell you. Your voice is a weapon. Your words are indeed power. Your voice contains the strength needed for another. Your voice contains a release that will heal another. Use you weapon wisely.

Speak love, speak light, speak an amazing day on Purpose. 

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