Sweet Humiliation


I talk a lot. Really, A LOT. I came out of the womb squawking and promptly fell in love with the sound of my own voice. By all accounts, I’ve been chatty from day one. I still remember being in fourth grade, riding the bus home and sitting next to my best friend. I was jabbering away and she said, “You have to stop talking! I feel like you’re draining all my energy!” For the first time, I realized not everyone loved the sound of my voice as much as me. It was a shocking moment.

I’ve often thought of that exchange since being born again. What exactly happened that led my 10 year-old friend to feel as though I was literally taking energy out of her body? “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places” (Eph. 6:12 KJV).

The Lord has shown me many things about my propensity to prattle. Sometimes it’s my wounds talking (something this blog’s dealt with previously), sometimes it’s pure selfishness, sometimes it’s zealotry, and sometimes it’s manipulation and control. This is a dealing that I’m brought back to over and over again, an ever-deeper repentance and surrender. And the hardest thing to accept is that each dealing is born of the wounding of another person.

There is nothing benign in my hijacking a conversation, or chaining someone to my soapbox, or holding a friend hostage to my tales of woe. It has taken the pain and hurt I inflicted on people I love to bring home the serious nature of my irresponsible and selfish tongue. And yesterday, the Lord allowed me to experience the full measure of a tormenting tongue to illuminate the plank in my eye even more clearly.

I learned that zeal for the Lord divorced from the Spirit can power a barrage of words from which escape is all but impossible. For 55 minutes, I didn’t matter or exist to this person. There was no heart connection whatsoever. They had something to say and wanted an ear and any ear would do. The “gun” in this hostage scenario was the order being placed, and the strategic use of “God wants me to share _____ with you.” When the call finally ended, I started crying. I felt drained, bruised and battered, and my heart hurt.

This person uttered no harsh word or overt condemnation of me, but the longer they pounded me with their Scripture-filled sermon, the more I felt tired and unloved and hurt. With every passing minute, they grew more energized. They took my energy and my time and left me a battered mess. I experienced for myself exactly what my best friend described so many years ago—and it was horrifying.

It has not been difficult to forgive this verbal assault, because I now see even more clearly how deeply I need to be forgiven for my own wordy attacks. It’s incredibly painful – and even more humbling – to realize how many people have similar stories to share about their interaction with me. I can’t change anything, including myself, but I can receive the Blood and let Him continue His work in my heart. And I can thank God – really thank Him! – for reaching me in ways that make everything so clear.

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9 years ago

I felt sad reading this, but this is HIS work . . . you really are a blessing, Jennifer! I don’t think I could put all my shortcomings and failures on the ‘front page’ like you do. God has made and is continuing to make you conformed to His image and He is beautiful in you!!

9 years ago

You have to be aware of a behavior before you can change it- and you CAN change it. I am a struggling chatterbox, too. I can’t remember when I first became aware, but I think it was freshman year of college when I realized that my “friends” were actually making fun of me constantly behind my back and that my talkativeness was a big, running joke. I have never been to this site before; I saw this post on Facebook and had an urge to encourage you! I don’t worship, but I do consciously strive to be kind to everyone… Read more »

9 years ago

I remembered these words from Francesco d’Assisi (Francis of Assisi):

“Share the gospel at all times, and if necessary, USE WORDS!”

All those who walk with the Lord must confront this issue sooner or later. It doesn’t matter AT ALL whether you are the “Jennifer type” or the “quiet type.”


And this issue is an issue of works of men VS Works of God.


9 years ago

Bill Gothard once said, our weaknesses are are merely our strengths carried to an extreme. (That may be loosely quoted, but that is the gist of what I remember.) Jennifer, the words you write carry His power. Rejoice that He is just in the process of refining one of the strengths He has given you. Eph. 2:10 comes to mind.

9 years ago
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