I couldn’t hear it one more time. That whiny 5.5 year old voice coming from my dear daughter was about to push me over the edge.
I heard my own recorded voice, I couldn’t handle it. The valley girl uncertainty was not the voice in my head that I imagined every day.
It pierced my ears and my heart, that frustrated growl turned to scream that happens when my son gets overwhelmed.
It’s been a long weekend, to say the least. As I sit on the couch trying to find my center, prepare my heart for the week ahead, I keep thinking about what I heard.
Tone. Tone matters.
It’s a very small thing.
There are 88 keys on a piano and they each have their own tone, played well they create unimaginable melodies and harmonies.
Humans are said to each have a unique voice – that means there are 7 billion tones of voice in the world!
I heard my 3 year old sing “Let It Go” as she collected her baby dolls for a nap. Her pitch as she dramatically sang the chorus was endearing.
I heard my son read our nightly fairytale out loud to us. His inquisitive tone surrounding the villain was magical.
I heard myself speak prayers of grace and confession and forgiveness over my daughter and I heard hope.
Tone. It’s a small wonder of our every heard word and vocalized thought, but it really can change our whole life.
“A gentle tongue is a tree of life…” Proverbs 15:4
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