My parents were told I would never talk, but I did.
I hate my VOICE.
It has been compared to fingernails screeching down a chalkboard. I actually like the sound. Our 3rd and 4th-grade math teacher, Sister Helen would make us work problems on the chalkboard. I guess because of the way I wrote, my nails scraped it. It irritated her. (I may or may not have done it on purpose.)
Psalm 98:4 says:
"Make a joyful sound unto the LORD, all the earth: make a loud noise; rejoice and sing and praise."
I've never been accused of this. You know you're a bad singer when your 5-year-old begs you to stop. (Barrett said we just had to have kids.😂😂😂)
Having a speech impediment isn't easy. About a month ago we had a tech who yelled at me because I was trying to tell him I have to speak loud and annunciate my words to be understood. He had no right to yell at me~`even if I yell at him. (I'm not saying I should.) The speech therapist put a sign above my bed that reads:
"When I annunciate my words, my voice gets louder. Please note I am not yelling."
It's kinda ironic that I am married to a radio broadcaster, who minored in speech.
As I get older, my speech will get worse. but there are some things I can do to improve it.
I keep telling Barret the more I talk the better my speech will be, but...
However, the reasons I am thankful for are because:
Welcome a new resident
Be a friend to someone in need
Go get help for someone if they need something
Thank the staff for what they do for us
Speak up for those who can't speak for themselves
Tell Barret I love him
Tell Dalton and Megan I love them
Tell Bobbye I love her
But, most importantly,
Telle GOD I love HIM
Regardless of who likes my
"JOYFUL NOISE"
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