I'm a singer. I can belt very high and hold a note for a decent amount of time.
I also have the capability of talking to a room of 500 people without a microphone. I can get that loud. And I proved that today at church when we didn't have the key to get into the sound console to get out the microphones. We had to do everything sans audio today!
But it surprises even me that I have this capability. I feel that it is entirely a blessing from God. Here's why.
I was born with asthma. I was two weeks early. When I was born, my lungs were so filled up with fluid that they had to hang me on a downward angle with tubes in my lungs to drain them. I couldn't breathe. I was drowning in my own fluid. And if I had gone full term, I might not have made it.
As a child, I couldn't run. If I ran, I would get out of breath, and my body didn't have the capacity to regain it's breath without medication. If I was playing kicksocker and I ran to first base, that's it. I was done, I had to go in the house because I was having an asthma attack and I needed medication to bring it under control.
I spent a lot of time in the hospital. Up until I was about 12, I was in the hospital at least a week a year. Twice a day a respiratory tech would wheel in a big breathing machine -- they're obsolete now and replaced by nebulizers -- and I would have breathing treatments. When I was 10, I was in an oxygen tent.
During the holidays, I was always sick. I was allergic to Christmas trees and I remember being four or five and not being able to lift my head up off the pillow. My siblings would come upstairs on Christmas morning after opening all their gifts and ask if I wanted to come downstairs and open mine and all I remember is saying no and how guilty I felt because I felt like I was letting them down and I know they felt the same way about me. I could see the guilt on their faces. I could barely lift my head off the pillow. One Christmas I made it to the couch but didn't really feel like opening presents. Someone had to open them for me.
I could never play outside in the winter because the cold air would aggravate my lungs. In elementary school, during the winter, I always went inside and sat in the classroom alone for 20 minutes while everyone else stood outside in the freezing cold.
In second grade, I missed two months of school. In third grade I missed two months of school. In tenth grade, I got a doctor's note to get out of gym class because in ninth grade I had multiple asthma attacks trying to run around the gym.
When I was 16, inhalers were approved by the FDA and made publicly available, and they changed my life. Suddenly I could breathe. I could exercise. I could do sports. So all my life I was on a daily maintenance inhaler and I also carried an emergency inhaler. Also, in my early twenties, my body developed the ability to regain its breathing pattern without medicine. All I had to do was stop whatever strenuous thing I was doing and my breathing came back to normal in 5 minutes.
Meanwhile, all this time, I loved to sing to the radio and to records. Music was such a huge influence in my life. I used to write down lyrics. I spent my babysitting money as a teenager on 45s and albums. But I never had what I thought was a very good voice. I sang with the church folk group when I was 14 and was always afraid to sing loud because I didn't think I sounded good and nobody ever told me that I did so I figured if I did, they would have told me.
When I hit about 40, I found singing to be so therapeutic that I would come home from work and sing for hours every night. Usually, it would be one song that I had fallen in love with and would sing over and over and over and over, until I fell in love with the next song and did the same thing. I eventually took singing lessons and became a karaoke junkie, going out six nights a week to sing. I was good at belting and hitting high notes.
At the beginning of COVID, however, I had been suffering from laryngitis for three months, and I knew it was because the daily maintenance inhalers had been known to do damage to vocal chords. So I spoke with my doctor and told her I wanted to try going off my daily maintenance inhaler for two weeks and see how I did. If I couldn't breathe, I'd go back on. I had been on a daily maintenance inhaler for 48 years!
I've never gone back. Much to my surprise, I could breathe! Two weeks turned into two months, and then two years, and I have been off a daily maintenance inhaler now for five years! And, I gained back the two lowest notes on my singing register that I could never hit before!
The bottom line is, who would have thought that with all my lung problems, that I could sing, and not only sing but hit really high notes and hold them for long periods of time? It can only be God at work.
If I had been born in the 1800s or 1700s, I would not have survived. I would not be alive today. I am grateful and thankful that the medicine worked when I needed it to but also that I no longer need it today. But I am most especially grateful for this gift I have been given from God.
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