The week of the MCO concert started with me getting very very sick. It happens every time. It's my body's way of handling stress, anxiety and a panic attack. So Monday, I had a sore throat and started with a cough. Tuesday night, I went to rehearsal feeling worse and had no voice, but I went anyway, hoping to stay on top of the music. Wednesday and Thursday, things were worse, until finally, Friday, I wen to the doctor. I had strep, flu, bronchitis and an ear infection. I was really sick. The doctor gave me medications for everything and I started them a went straight to bed after texting my sectional leader that I was going to miss dress rehearsal that night because I was contagious, but that I would be at the concert the next night.
And then I prayed. I was tired of not being able to handle my life when it seemed to be falling apart. I wanted to sing in this concert and I wanted to sing well. I nursed myself all through the night and all Saturday until it was time to get ready. I showered, dressed, make - up - the whole routine, but I still felt like crap. I prayed all the way to the concert hall. When I arrived, I remained silent and pensive, hoping that the spirit would hear my pleas.
At 5:00, we entered the stage and the concert began. And I sang - and my voice was clear - and loud, and strong - and in tune. The concert was perfect. I cried after the last song.
At 8:00, we were on stage for the second concert, and it too, was wonderful. Kylie and Kathryn were both there and said they could actually hear me. And I swear, while conducting certain songs, I am sure Brett signaled to me to not sing so loudly. I would smile!!
After the concert, the choir members went out to greet the crowds of people . While visiting with family and friends, I felt my voice starting to get scratchy and sore. By the time we got home, I undressed, make up off and was sliding into bed at midnight, I knew I was not well.
Sunday morning, Kathryn came running into my room to wake me up, as I had slept through my alarm. I was giving a talk in Sacrament meeting, so took the quickest shower in history, dressed and was out the door in ten minutes. When I opened my mouth to speak? Nothing. Crackling and whispering as best as I could, I shared with my ward members the miracle I had experienced the night before. I was so blessed.
By the time I was done with my talk, I had Kathryn and Ammon take me home, where I climbed into bed and slept until Wednesday morning at 10:00. It took me another full week to get any better, but I still have a cough even today. Del caught my sickness a week later and is now in his 3rd week and remains with a cough also.
I can't be more grateful for the Lord's intervention on my behalf. I love music and especially had dedicated this opportunity to sing to my Savior as my Christmas gift to Him. I will always remember this miracle of music.
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