To speak or not to speak? That... is a very good question.

So, I ended up going to my piano lesson. Between saying notes and counting out loud, by the end of the lesson I was hoarse again. I'd saved up my voice all day, signing things and such, and that half hour just shot it right back down. Ahh well. I let it rest afterwards... a little. 

At the end of every year in Box Elder, the new Madrigals learn a song called Invocation written by our choir director for her 1993-94 Madrigals. The text is Matthew 18:20. At the final concert, the director invites all the Madrigal alumni to come up to the stage, and together with the current Mads, they start singing this song. As they sing, the new Mads come onstage with them, and by the end of the song, everyone in the entire Auditorium is crying. If they're not, they don't like puppies or rainbows either. 

This morning, next year's Mads gathered in the Choir room at 7:20 to learn the song. I still didn't have much of a singing voice... and we didn't have much of a warm up either, so it was a bit tough. That and Concert Choir after that. So all day, every moment, I had to make a choice: To speak, or not to speak? 

Then that question became about much more than what speaking would do to my voice. That question became: What will speaking do to my soul? Ahh, when you wish to speak negative words, especially in retaliation to negative words (or actions), better to keep your mouth shut. In the end... hmm. I'll always be glad I did. 

'To be, or not to be, that is the question:'...