The pain in your throat and the silence it forces upon you are known to the Lord, who made the tongue and the voice as instruments of praise. The voice out of the cloud would but dismay and distract, the voice of Christ would cheer and comfort. Seek not first the restoration of the notes, but the Healer who gives them. The still small voice succeeds where terrible things in righteousness are of no avail.
Be still, and know that He who speaks in the quiet is able to undo the damage, to soothe the inflamed cords, and to return what has been lost. Hear His voice! Let other sounds be hushed that you may hear it. The kind hand of affection may have wiped your brow, but the hand of Christ reaches deeper, to the very place of your affliction.
He is the Creator of every vein and nerve; He who once said, “I will,” to the leper’s plea can speak the same word to your throat. Listen for the voice behind thee, which says, “This is the way, walk ye in it.” Perhaps the silence is a teacher, forcing you to hear the sweeter voice of the crucified One, the voice of the dying Lamb on Calvary. When that voice wins the willing ear, it creates a ready foot to go where God bids, and it can create a ready tongue to sing His praise once more. The voice of the blood of Christ speaks better things than that of Abel, it speaks redemption, restoration, and a hope that cannot be silenced.
Bring this request not as a demand but as a lament poured out before Him, as Elijah poured out the bitterness of his grief, and the Lord answered with a still small voice. That same voice can command the pain to cease and the voice to return, for it is the voice of everlasting love, the voice that said upon Calvary, “It is finished!” The joyful spirit shall leave all bodily pain behind in due time, but even now, in this time of waiting, may Divine Grace constrain you to listen to the still small voice, that you may be saved from despair and filled with quiet confidence. Here is the patience and here, also, is the blessedness of the saints. Pray earnestly, but also rest in the wisdom of the Great Physician, who thunders marvellously with His voice and does great things which we cannot comprehend.
May your voice yet rise with the chief of sinners singing out His praise, for far from this world of grief and sin, with God eternally shut in, there shall be no more weakness, no more pain. Until that day, let His soft voice be heard, and let your own voice, healed and whole, become an echo of His grace.