I sit and sing the opening hymn in Relief Society, watching Sherlene,
the smiling chorister, as she moves her arms in time with the music. Around the room, sister’s voices sound like a
choir of angels and the spirit of the melody touches my heart. Before I may have rushed through the words in
the hymn book, but today I listened more carefully. I hear the beauty of the music because of
Sherlene.
Other then occasionally seeing Sherlene in the hallway of
the church, I knew very little about her.
She was a pretty woman in her late thirties, usually on task helping the
bishop collect attendance rolls from the classrooms. A week earlier, she had bore her testimony in
Relief Society. Her smile caught my
attention, only next to the enthusiasm in her voice when she spoke.
“I’ve been deaf since birth,” Sherlene said “but because of
loving parents and excellent schooling, I learned to read lips.”
I was shocked. This
woman, so poised and articulate with the courage to speak in front of a room
full of people was deaf?
“For many years, I was angry at God because of my
disability. I wanted to be like other
girls. I didn’t want to be teased at
school. Through prayer, I’ve come to
accept I will never hear and I do my best to love and serve those around me.”
Sherlene went on to explain the complications of her birth,
how she wasn’t breathing when she was born and her mother had been told her
baby would die.
“But my mother knew I would be alright and she knew she
would take me home.”
Sherlene picked up the hymn book on the podium and held it
close to her heart. “A few months ago,
the bishop asked if I would be the chorister in Relief Society. I can’t hear the music and I don’t know the
melody of the hymns. Surely, there was
someone who could better handle the responsibilities of the calling, but I knew
the Lord’s promise, that if we accept any calling given to us, He will help us
accomplish it.”
I sat in my chair, humbled by what Sherlene had said? How brave she was? How many tasks had I been asked of the Lord,
only to feel inadequate, complain or not follow through?
After hearing her testimony, the hymns I sing in church,
with their beautiful words accompanied with heavenly melody are a reminder to
me that with the Lord, anything is possible.
Thanks to Sherlene, for sharing a testimony I needed to hear.
Thank you for sharing this! A very touching story.
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this story. thank you for sharing it with us...and so beautifully!
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Awesome story. How inspiring!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is wow...and pass the tissues, please.
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