I have a testimony that God healed my voice. I could always talk, but sing? It was a real problem for me.
In my infant school a group of us were taken aside and sat on one of those hairy prickly mats they used to have. A coconut mat is not the best place to learn that you are part of a group that is very definitely not the singing group. I believed from that day I could not sing and I hate coconut mats!
From then on I was unable to carry a tune and I never ever seemed to master rhythm and time. It all became a fog; a mystery.
I have memories of a music master crashing his hands down on the piano and yelling; “NOBODY IS TONE DEAF.” He demanded I sang and I came away convinced he had revised his opinion to “somebody is tone deaf and I just met her!
A musical friend would jab me in the ribs every time we sang. I was definitely not ‘in tune”
Having been forced by my doting parents to play the violin for a year I finally won the battle. I left the class that final day with the words ringing in my ears that tone deaf people should play the guitar. The teacher actually said she was glad I was leaving.
The only person who seemed to like my voice was God so I waited till I was alone and told him time and time again that he made me and he would have to give me the sweetest voice when I got to heaven. Meanwhile seeing as I liked singing he would just have to hear; seeing as He did make me and all that.
Once someone even cast out a demon of ‘tone deafness’ . I have no idea if that was real or not.
Years passed and I did sing to my children in the cot. They grew up very musical. I was amazed. I thought God had covered things remarkably.
I went to some gospel singing lessons at a festival and to my great wonder they seemed to think I knew what I was doing. I was totally puzzled by that. I still believed I could not sing.
Then I became a white woman in a predominantly black church. My pastor is a music teacher and there is lots of music and lots of worship in our church. In trepidation I went along to the gospel singing group.
What do you know? All those years I couldn’t sing and now I can sing. To sing gospel you have to sing loud and because I am singing what is worship I forget myself and sing.
To date I have been in three concerts because if you go to the group you get to be in the concert. If God had asked me what I wanted as one of my dreams it was that: just to stand on stage and be part of a singing group. He did it just for me! The right time and the right place to heal just a little corner of life that I had not ever thought could change. Praise Him.
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What a great story. And it shows how strongly other people's negative and encouraging words impact us. When you were told you couldn't sing--you couldn't. But once you were given encouragement then God used your voice beautifully!
What a blessing for you to recieve your heart's desire! I am a singer who has gotten a vocal paralysis of unknown origin. I am believing God for the healing, and have received a great blessing of finding my voice through writing poetry. I have met wonderful people through FaithWriters. I enjoyed
your article and can feel
the joy of love for singing. God bless you!
I've just been delightfully blessed by your article! My mother encouraged me so much about singing, but I had the worse case of stage fright. I sing all the time at home. My son's reaction to my singing is slightly different from Mom's: "Keep your day job." He has the same reaction to my writing though. It hasn't kept me from writing. But I don't call myself a talented singer. However, I do recall a woman standing beside me at a tent revival once. Tears were pouring down her face: "I could have sworn that I heard an angel. I opened my eyes and found that it was you." Hmm...
As a singer (and music team leader) this testimony absolutely blessed my heart. Another thing I've noticed is that some people may appear to be "tone deaf", but actually have quite an ear for harmony. My daughter isn't the best of singers, but she's not bad when it comes to grabbing hold of an alto line. The thing is that we are making a joyful noise to the Lord and at the end of the day that's all that really matters. With love, Deb
I love this story and it especially significant because I share your...can we call it a miracle? I also have always been told that I am tone deaf.My daughter has a beautiful voice and she has informed me different times that I shouldn't sing. Since occasionally I have to sing because of my involvement in drama. It has been a much prayed over item. Last week at church the lady who sat in front of me turned around and said to me "You have the most beautiful singing voice" You could have knocked me over with a feather!