The Big Sound...

The Big Sound Is Gone

Those that live with me and near me have known that I have a big sound in my head. It started before Christmas when I would interrupt conversations and say, “DO you guys hear that?” I heard a sound like a helicopter hovering over the house. Or I would say, “Is my voice echoing?” By January, people needed to look right at me so that I could read their lips, because no one spoke as loudly as the Big Sound.

The Big Sound grew and morphed, sometimes it sounded like a low flying crop dusting plane, but mostly it became a riding lawnmower tractor that circled around me night and day. I could not find silence in anything, and I longed for it. (I tried ear plugs, but that just shut me in with the Big Sound.) I watched television in volume levels that could he heard throughout the house.

None of my doctors had any real ideas about the Big Sound. Originally they called it ‘auditory hallucinations’, but we discovered it was an intensification of real sounds around me. The refrigerator hum or the clothes dryer could become the Big Sound. One of my doctors said that the location of the brain tumor was akin to the Captains Bridge on Star Trek – all sounds got filtered and interpreted through there. I told one of my neurologists that I believed that as the tumor went, the sound would go, too. He smiled slightly and said, “Maybe.”

On Sunday, our pastor Gary preached on the healing of God. He talked about all of us needing to be ready vessels, available vessels, asking the Holy Spirit to show us people who needed healing, and then boldly asking if we could pray for them. He and the Holy Spirit were so in concert that halfway through his message I went forward for the prayer line. I was not going to miss this opportunity. I had wonderful prayer, and we headed home. When we got home, there was a neighbor on our front porch – at a different church, from a different pastor, she had heard the same thing. She came home saying, “I am putting my hands on Melanie.” She came in and we had a wonderful prayer time. I felt very encouraged by the way the Word was moving around in my atmosphere, and I knew that someday the sound would be gone.

Monday morning I woke up, puzzled. At first I could not figure out what was different, and then I heard it……SILENCE…..QUIET…..it was so amazing. It was so welcome. And it told me so much about my God. He was with me, He cared about the smaller things, He knew it meant a lot to me to be in silence, and He began joining me in the silence.

YEA GOD!