When I was a child, my mom often called me a "chatterbox." It was not meant as a compliment.
I grew up believing I talked way too much. When you believe something about yourself, whether it's true or not, you make it happen. So, I talked too much. Sometimes I still do.
As an adult, however, I discovered my gift: communication. Now we know where the source of my desire to talk, sing, teach and write all those words, originated from: the Giver of all good gifts.
I have found there is a difference between chattering--- just talking to fill up empty space that you feel uncomfortable with--- and communicating.
When I say or write something that lifts another out of a deep well of despair or tweaks erroneous to reflect Jesus more accurately to you than you saw Him a moment ago.
I often ask the Lord to keep a watch at the door of my mouth, so I don't chatter. I want my words to count for eternity. To lift up and build and reveal His goodness and wisdom. To nourish a soul or a million souls. To pass on His heart that spills over with love for you. Even just to make you laugh, so you'll be healthier.
If you want to call me a chatterbox, that's your choice. I prefer communicator. Most times our worst faults, when turned inside out, become our greatest assets.
Were you made fun of as a child for anything? Have you found that very thing to be an advantage?