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
thinking about the Father, I am communicating His heart of love and
goodness. This is my passion, 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?
