Miracle in the Classroom

 

 

“Ugh! I can hardly talk!” I whispered. “Brianna, I don’t think I can go to school.”

Yep, I had a sore throat and hardly any voice at all. I probably lost my voice from teaching at the primary school. I decided to stay back from school for the earlier classes, but try to make it for the last class, English 7, when there wouldn’t be any other teacher if I didn’t show up. I was hoping by then I would be able to talk a little louder.

I drank some nasty tea and sucked on cough drops for my sore throat.  I also used things like lemon to hopefully regain my voice.

Time came for me to go up for the last class, but I still was no better.

“Guess I should at least show up. I’m not exactly sure what I will be able to do but I should at least try.” I thought to myself as I hopped on my bike and rode up the road.  

I arrived just a few minutes early, so I went over to “talk” (more like whisper croakily) to Ashely.

“Do you want me to help with the talking part of class?” she asked.

“Um, I think I can do it. “ I answered hoarsely.

“Okay, I will come into the classroom just in case you need any help though. I don’t have a class right now.”

“Thanks.” I replied weakly.  

 

 

 

We walked into the Standard 7 classroom and Ashely led out in a prayer for me.

Then, miracle upon miracles, I started teaching… in my normal voice!

Ashely told me afterwards that when I started talking she thought, “Wow, she’s speaking in her normal loud voice! She must be pushing herself really hard. It’s probably only a matter of minutes before her voice totally gives out and I will have to start teaching.”

But, no! I kept on teaching throughout the whole class period in a nice, strong voice.

At the end of class I took the kids out for an exercise. When I finished I went back to the classroom, straight to Ashely.

“I can’t talk again!” I said just above a whisper. “God answered my prayer and gave me my voice just long enough to teach class!”

I continued only talking above a whisper the entire day. During English was the only time I was able to use my whole voice.

After this amazing miracle God performed for me in the classroom, I started pondering why He did it. Then it struck me; God could have had Ashely teach, but He wanted ME to. What a precious thought! God is leading in miraculous ways here in Tanzania.