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!"
No doubt, Paul's thorn was different from mine, but praise be to God that His grace is still sufficient for me and that His strength is made perfect in my weakness! May I learn to gladly boast, like Paul, in my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ might rest upon me. (2 Corinthians 12:9, ESV)