A strange phenomenon has recurred in our home this week- I've lost my voice, again. It seems that I lose it at least once a year now. I'm on day 3 of voicelessness and let me tell you, it isn't easy parenting on whispers. Dennis and I joke that maybe it is better this way, and I have to agree that it certainly causes me to think before I use all the energy it takes to yell-whisper across the room.
My voice has gone and with it my power to oversee situations in my home with my voice. I have to rely on other things for correction, like having my kids look me in the face while I whisper or make motions.
Sometimes stuff like this reminds me of spiritual things (another evidence of grace!). Amazing how our great, omnipresent, almighty, sovereign God allowed Himself to be limited by a human body. A "voiceless" incarnation.