I have been known to blurt out my opinion. Usually it is requested, sometimes it’s unsolicited.

As a child, I often embarrassed my parents because of my blurting. The constant questions I asked were also unnerving to them. It was not my intention to cause trouble, yet my mouth would get me into it just the same.

This is why I prefer to communicate with my hands on the keyboard. I can correct my mistakes, remove the stupid things I blurt out, and choose the correct word. My grammar and spelling are not excellent, but that is why they invented spell and grammar check for Word.

I hate having to leave a message on voicemail or answering machines. I know what I want to say, but I get twisted and say “Uh” a bunch. Sigh. I often write my prayers—I use a special journal only for prayer. This helps me concentrate and make a lot more sense. The older I get, the less my brain is under control. It wanders around and gets lost. Who needs that?

God deserves better.

I have been known to handle this gracefully, with an antidote or a quote, while I find my place and carry on. I have the note cards to keep me organized. I know what I’m talking about, but I am all over the place without a plan.