The People Person that Never Learned...

Yup, that's me. And that's all there is to it. I thrive on communication. I love to voice my opinion. I like to talk to real people, and talk to God, and somethines to imaginary people, and make them talk back. I like to figure things out. Figure people out. Discover what makes them tick. How God talks specifially to them. The same goes for myself. What makes me tick? This is one of the most difficult questions for me. The reason being, that the more you know a person, the more complex it becomes when trying to "figure them out" (it's not necessarily harder, just more complicated because you know more about them, and the options just keep on coming). And I know myself better than just about anyone I know (BESIDES Jesus, OF COURSE). How God's mind works is definitely the most wonderful and grueling task ever. It is one I plan to spend my entire life discovering, one piece at a time. I remember once trying to get a vague idea into my mind about what God looked like by drawing a picture. I was oh, about five or six-ish. I drew Him all in yellow-gold-and-blue half-broken crayola with six fingers on each hand to show that He was "extra-powerful"! How much I desired to figure out a better way to describe my Jesus, but that was as far as I could surmise, thanks to my humanly-limited understanding. Looking back, I haven't changed much.

I also take critique very seriously. This can pose a problem for me, because when a person likes to make people talk, they will inevitably succeed at times. Some people gladly respond, happy for someone with whom to share their feelings. And some people like others to mind their own business and do not like to be talked to, and, in return, give critique quite freely. I have so many memories of crying my eyes out in my mother's arms because I had tried to make conversation with someone who didn't want to be messed with. Now, I no longer cry on my mother's lap, but instead vent my frustrations to an understanding God. As you can see, I still haven't changed much. I have never fully learned to take criticism in context. Neither had I learned that criticism isn't a bad thing. And another thing: I didn't understand the power of my own words. Words are SO powerful. With words, the universe came into existence. With words, paralitics walked and blind men saw, and the dead came to life. And with words, a person can shoot another man down and turn him off to the gospel. This is the greatest tragedy. You all know of the verse that describes the tongue as a two-eged sword. Proverbs talks a LOT about words. In chapter 26:18-19 says, "like a madman shooting firebrands or dealy arrows is the man who deceives his neighbor and says, 'I was only joking!' This verse especially speaks to me. Don't try to cover up what you messed up. Go to them and admit your mistake. Love on them to show you are really sorry! Beg for mercy(but don't creep them out, cause that could make it worse). You are representatives of Christ!

I am convicting myself as I convict my fellow Christians. I am no better! I am a mindless rambler and meddler. Proverbs 26:17 says, "Like one who seizes a dog by the ears is one who meddles in a quarrel not his own." This one speaks for itself, I think, but this is yet another weakness of mine. I sometimes feel obligated to break up tensions and solve other people's problems. I'm not saying you should let those you love at each others' throats and the heck with the consequences, though. And if you're babysitting and the little angels you're watching get into some giant dispute over whether to watch spongebob or hannah montana, what do you do? You're not gonna just sit back and relax to watch the commercials when the trucks and barbies and tv remotes start flying....yeah. That's not what this is about. But you knew that.

This is a bit confusing, I know. But I'm still working on it, too. And, yeah, I still like to talk. But now I 'm learning to glorify God whenever I do it. And it's hard. But who said life was easy?
Probably a wordy person like me.

sorry for the supah longness, guys.