The funny thing is that before I had twins, I almost never raised my voice. I really tried to speak moderately and gently at all times. But since having the twins, it's like I've had to re-learn it all over again.
Or maybe it's just that BT (Before Twins), I could handle it all in my own strength and AT (After Twins), I realize I can't do it on my own. I'm dependent on the mercy and grace of God every single day. Scratch that. Every single minute.
Maybe there's no better place to be.
Now, I don't have twins, and I certainly can't even say that I never raised my voice before I had kids; I had siblings. However, there are times in my life when speaking gently seems to come more easily than others. I praise God for those times! However, I can also praise God for those times when a gentle and quiet spirit does not come easily for it is those times that I realize my complete and utter dependence on Christ. I am forced to cast myself on His mercy moment by moment and to cry out for more of His grace. Scratch the maybe in the quote above: "THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE TO BE!"