I don’t know if you’ve ever had the gift of “overshare,” but for some reason I seem to always have the urge to give TMI (Too Much Information). As a kid I was rarely able to keep myself from saying what would better have been left unsaid. The only time I received enough demerits to earn myself Thursday School detention after school was when I couldn’t stop talking in the Library. To my shame, it would just spew out of my mouth like a loose water hose spraying anyone in range of the loud and sometimes embarrassing deluge. This trait made me a bit vulnerable to anyone who wanted information. All they had to do was pull the string and I would talk like a kids toy from back in the day before they discovered that a string was a hazard to children. (Think Woody on ToyStory). I was also prone to ask questions that might make someone uncomfortable without considering the impact. This part I got honestly from my grandmother who once asked the very tall check out clerk at the grocery if she was standing on a box. Even I blushed right along with the clerk when she said it. As an adult I’m still fully capable and apt to say something embarrassing to which my adult kids cringe. A friend of mine, 90 year old, Lucille is quick to say that her ex husband who was a doctor said she had diarrhea of the mouth, but that was not a medical term. I’m glad to know there are others who talk a lot too, however, it is often accompanied by much regret especially when intensely discussing a disagreement with my wife.
King David wisely requested that God help him not say the wrong thing or say anything at all when he shouldn’t. He prays, “Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD; keep watch over the door of my lips.” (Psalm 141:3 NIV-GK) Maybe this should had been my prayer from way back. Oh well, I can at least pray it now! What about you?
Hang in there people, God is glad to be with us! I’m praying for us all!”
