Anxiety vs Risk


There is a certain point in a person’s life when they look at everything they have done and working towards and asked the dangerous, deadly question:

“Is it all worth it?” and “What could this possibly amount to?”

I believe that these are questions of both healthy concern, and misguided anxiety. The line between those is often blurred and difficult to determine, but the difference is unfathomably important to see.

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Journal: The Beast that is London


Once upon a time, a young man embarked upon a journey to go to Larnaca, Cyprus for his summer. He had many adventures during that time, but one was curiously recorded before he even arrived. Airports can be a frightening thing, and you never know what will happen, or if you get out of the experience alive. Here is that tale:

-disclaimer: My time at the London, Heathrow airport was entirely safe. The security staff that I interacted with were both patient and helpful. Nothing sinister was happening at all, nor did I ever feel like I was in danger. It was, however, a nine hour layover in the middle of the night, so I wrote this during that long, miserable time. Enjoy.

London rose up from the sea of clouds like some sort of dark creature, covered in millions of bright, beady eyes. It stared up at the plane, awaiting the delivery of the people who where just beginning to wake from their slumber.

The girl next to me saw the creature as well. We both looked out the window in surprise as it emerged more and more from the grey, cloudy blanket without warning. Our decent had awoken it.

We both buckled our seat belts after a short announcement from the captain. He told us we were landing. He told us we were descending towards the beast.

London grew in size as we flew down into it’s dark, mysterious depths. A row of bright, blue eyes opened to show where it willed us to land, and it accepted us without hesitation.

The plane jerked to the ground and we landed with a rough skid. London rumbled underneath us in an ominous greeting.

The seat belt lights disappeared, and a host of people stood to grab their baggage from the compartments above. They scuttled towards the exit, unaware of what was about to await them.

The girl who had sat next to me talked to the flight attendant about the book she was reading on the way over, the man standing behind me rubbed his nearly cut, gray hair; three stylish teenagers in front of me sluggishly scattered to collect their mess. We had all arrived into the beast for different reasons, but the beast did not care. Some people called the beast their home, but others, like myself, simply wanted to pass through to a different destination, leaving the beast far behind them.

Night had fallen, however, and those who wished to escape the beast’s darkened embrace had to seek refuge inside the third terminal until dawn. Only then could they continue on their way. Only time would tell if the beast would allow them to survive the night. Only time.

We huddled together in the third terminal. Nothing open, everything shut. Only security, and a few construction workers, were still out. Some of the travelers were foolish enough to lay on the black, steel chairs to fall into a deep sleep. Not I. Had I a friend, or a trustworthy companion, or an ally, then perhaps. We would take turns keeping watch while the other slept, but I was alone. Alone in the embrace of the beast. So I stayed awake, thinking only of the morning. It would come, but not quickly. The beast would see to that.

I wished for a friend all the more as the people of the beast rounded us up at the edge of the third terminal. They were moving us to a different terminal, but I still didn’t understand why or which one.

The small group was herded along the tight corridors, unaware of their coming fate. Only following.

Terminal seven. There’s where we stopped. The guard said to stay in the terminal until morning. Then, another guard would come to let us out and direct us to our desired location. I gave him a smile upon walking into the terminal, but only for formality. I understood that there was no turning back from our now locked prison.

We were backed into a corner, stuck there till the morning would come. I moved to the very back. If something were to go down before the morning, I would need time to react and examine the options. The beast was treacherous, but I was determined to beat it.

Some returned back to their slumber, and one lady began to stare ceaselessly into the contents of their purse. Maybe asleep? Maybe dead. Who could know? Perhaps the hunt had started.

I discovered a vending machine in the back of the room. I acquired a bag of peanut M&M’s. I had to keep my strength up. I attempted to acquire water as well, but the machine didn’t seem to be working. I would try again later if I decided that it couldn’t wait. Well played beast, well played.

I annoyingly munched on the peanut M&M’s and continued to observe everyone who was corralled with me. Most were stirring or moving about, except for the dead purse lady, of course.

I looked outside to see the millions of bright eyes, which looked back at me. The huge glass windows destroyed any kind of privacy from the monster. There was no running, and now no hiding.

I looked down and realized that I had run out of M&M’s. I could no longer bite into the annoying spheres of plastic and chocolate. The dead purse lady suddenly moved her head up, and then returned to her original position. New hypothesis: she is not dead.

I then definitely did not lay down and get some rest. No! That’s just what it looked like! I kept one vigilant eye open, and an arm ready to strike for the throat when the time for battle would come!

There sitting across from me was a Indian man, somewhat on the larger side. He once worked diligently on his laptop, but it now listening to some very hardcore metal that poured out of his headphones. If a battle ensues, I think I should stick with him.

But just like that, the sun rose, and the beast slumbered. It’s eyes closed, and the loud growl of the night disappeared.

I had survived. Only time would tell if I would get through the return journey. Only time.

Singing Psalms in the Dark



Believe it or not, in the summer of 2013, a few high school juniors gathered together during their free time of a church retreat to sing Psalms. We were going through favorites and having a great time. I do not recall what we were singing at the time, but in the middle of the Psalm, the lights suddenly went out. The only source of light left was from the windows in the back of the room, which did not provide much thanks to the cloudy sky.

Unable to see our Psalters, you would think that we would just stop singing. Whatever we were singing, however, was one that most of us were familiar with. Some of us rushed over to the pale light from the windows, some of us pulled out phones to shed some light on the now darkened Psalters, and others just continued singing from memory. The singing degraded in quality quite a bit. Most stumbled over words, and a few parts were abandoned for the melody’s sake to keep it alive. None of us, however, stopped singing completely.

We finished the Psalm. Right after, of course, we all had a good laugh and tried to find some of the adults so that we could fix the problem; but none of us were willing to quit in the middle. This was three years ago, so the memory is a little hazy, but I definitely remember more Psalm singing, even before we fixed the lights.

I learned a lot of things during that summer, but here’s one of the most important lessons:

Sometimes, the lights go out.

There will come a time when life will come crashing down on your head, and everything bright and good in the world will suddenly seem to disappear. The lights are going to out and you’re going to be left with only what remains stored up in your heart.

This is why the Word of the Lord is so important in our lives.


Psalm 119:11 (ESV)

I have stored up your word in my heart,
    that I might not sin against you.

The ones who continued to sing the strongest were those who had the Psalm memorized. They kept it alive. If it was up to those who were scrambling to the dim lit window, it just might have died out. God’s Word is your weapon. When the lights go out, you want to have it with you, one way or another. The best way is to memorize.

Memorization has never been something I’ve been good at. It might not be yours either, but this is why it is so important to be in the Word every day. It’s hard. It requires time and patience to keep consistent in reading your Bible, but it will be an invaluable practice when times continue to get darker and darker.


Romans 10:8-9 (ESV)

But what does it say? “The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart” (that is, the word of faith that we proclaim); because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

When the lights go out, you will have a choice of loyalty. We all could have just as easily stopped singing and went about our business. Even those who did not know it by heart, however, rushed to whatever light source they could. You need the Word of God when times are dark, because when it is near you, you know where your hope comes from.

It is really that powerful, though? It’s just words in a book, right?

Hebrews 4:12 (ESV)

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

Hebrews makes it clear. The Word of the Lord is more than just a book of words. It is a consistent, sovereign truth that is more powerful than we can ever understand. It cuts through our false identities and shows us our hearts, which is what our God judges us and knows us from.

This is something that we cannot ignore. If we do, then we will be lost in the dark without any idea of how we are to act or who to trust. Whether you sing it out, or recite it in the deepest parts of your soul, you need to keep to what God has so readily given us.

Darkness can be many things in life. It could be depression, persecution, temptation, loss of a friend or family member, and more. It’s when the darkness approaches that you learn where your real source of light comes from. God allows the dark because it helps us realize where our hope is, and if we are following his path, or our own.

Not facing darkness right now? Life pretty good? Then learn the scriptures. Everyone faces the darkness of sin. It is inescapable, but not unable to be defeated. You have to fight when the dark approaches, and your weapon is the Word.


Psalm 119:105 (ESV)

Your word is a lamp to my feet
    and a light to my path.

Mission Trip to Larnaca, Cyprus


This is a letter that is being sent out to a few people by mail. There’s quite a few of you that have been asking about the trip, however, so I thought I would send out the letter in my blog as well.

I probably won’t count this towards my second blog of the month, so you can look towards another one coming later in May.

Please keep this new opportunity in your prayers and I hope you all have a blessed summer!

.        .          .         .        .

     Dear Friends, Family, and brothers and sisters in Christ,

This is to be an update letter to make you aware of the changes I have made toward my mission this summer. I trust that some of you have already received a letter about the mission to Landstuhl, Germany, and I would like to keep you all informed toward what is going to happen.

I talked with the Trinity Reformed Church quite a bit, and they decided that they aren’t in a great position to make the most out of a team this year. Therefore, no Germany trip.

Still wanting to make my services useful towards mission work this summer, I talked with RPmissions about an opportunity to go to Athens, Greece. This trip is coming 2017, but not to be this summer.

So I settled on being Assistant Leader, going to Larnaca, Cyprus. This trip will be from July 1st to July 21st, and will involve VBS work, bible studies, evangelism, and mainly working with the churches in the surrounding area. All this being said, I would be blessed if you would continue to support me in prayer.

  • Please continue to keep Trinity Reformed Church in Landstuhl in your prayers. They’re some pretty great people, and they lost quite a few members through military transfer.
  • Yes, this trip is safe. No, I’m not a terrorist, and neither are they. However, pray for safety anyway. It’s going to be a lot of traveling.
  • I still have to raise $1,460.00 to go. This does not count airfare. If it is put on your heart, I would love financial support as well as your prayers. If you want to support me, go to It has all of the information on mailing or submitting donations.
  • Pray for the whole Cyprus team! I have not met any of them yet, but we’re coming up on an adventure that will require our unified attention.

God bless,
Nathanael Planalp

Your Metaphorical Packing List


By the time this blog publishes, I’ll be done with my second year of college. Freshman year, and sophomore year, completed. Half way done with undergraduate school. Now, I could get sentimental (and that will probably happen anyway), but I wanted to do something I haven’t seen done.

Before going off to college, I was sent a packing list to help my transition. It had the basics covered. The list suggested things like flip-flops, a mini fridge, notebooks, a Nerf gun, and a calendar. All sound advice, don’t get me wrong. I found it useful and packed accordingly. This college-sent packing list supplied me with enough false confidence to be able to walk into freshmen year with enough ignorant optimism that I didn’t have a worry or a care in the world. That, however, is when I learned that a well stocked closet and a fancy mini-fridge would NOT solve all of my problems.

Do you want to know the biggest lie you will ever hear about college? The hardest thing about college is the school work.

I have found this to be incorrect.

The school work is hard, yes. It will kick your teeth in and have you staying up all night just to complete projects that were probably due the week previous. But it’s not the world of academia that will break you. It’s everything shoveled on top of that glorious pile of assignments and GPA.

It’s not college that’s hard, it’s life that’s hard. Once you get to college, you discover that school would be seriously easier if you didn’t have finances, family, relationships, work, and your own health to juggle in the process. No amount of walking through the supermarket to pick out the best equipment will help you with that.

That being said, I’ve made my own packing list for college (or possibly life in general) that you may find helpful.

#1. Mental Camera

You’re going to need to take some mental snapshots to remember the good times. They go fast, and these are things that you won’t be able to catch on the press of a shutter-button. The things you feel are sometimes more important than the things you see, and they can be the first things to leave you. Don’t let those moments get away. Fight for them.

#2. Second Wind

Whether you’re in Physical Education class, or simply need to run across campus to turn in a paper, you will need to keep breathing as you run. If you leave your second wind at home, then you’re distance will be halved, and that paper will be late.

This also applies to your mental second wind, as you will tire from projects, papers, and readings that will constantly attack you from all directions.



#3. A Verbal Shield

To protect you from the gossip and hurtful comments, and to stop yourself from saying really dumb or annoying things. You should get the shield that works both ways to best prepare for your inevitable conflict concerning your everyday linguistic problems.


#4. Personal Change

Um… never mind. College comes with enough change to last you a life time anyway.

#5. Blinders

Like those things they put on horses so they don’t steer off course to eat the yummy grass, or get startled by the strange people just to the side of them.

Eyes front, soldier. Stay on target, and stay focused.

#6. A Vocational Map

But make it a dry erase one. You’re probably going to have to change it as you go.

#7. An Umbrella, and a Raincoat


Times will get tough. When the rain rolls in, just raise your umbrella, throw on your coat,
and keep on walking down the path.

Also, you can share an umbrella. Never forget that.

#8. An Extra Bag

You’re mental baggage can get pretty heavy. It sometimes helps to split the contents up into a few different containers or bags so that you can evenly distribute the weight.

#9. A Trust Fall Friend

So that when life tips you over, there’s someone who has your back to pick you back up.

#10. First-Aid Kit for the Heart

Sometimes that friend doesn’t actually catch you, and you’re left alone on the ground. Just bandage up that broken heart and keep right on walking.

#11. Adventure Boots


Because there’s always time for an adventure, and you will require the right mental attire to get the most out of it. Adventuring is tricky business, so you’ll need some tough boots that will stay tried and comfortable.



#12. Patience Pocket Watch

When it’s required, pull it out and take a deep breath. Your patience will be tested, and sometimes a different clock than the one with all of the alarms set on it is required.

#13. A Mirror

You need to be able to remind yourself of who you are. This mirror needs to go beyond the potentially unflattering skin level, and needs to be able to reflect who you really are.

#14. A Chill Pill

Because drama is overrated.

#15. A Trash Can

You’re already carrying a lot of junk with you. Get rid of it, and throw it away. When you receive more junk from someone else? Get rid of that too. You deserve more than to be crushed underneath a pile of waste and trash. That’s no way to go.

#16. A Hand on your Hip

list5.jpgSo that you can link arms with fellow travelers with you as you walk down the road. They might not hold on for very long, but life’s always better arm in arm.

Also, I’m told that the goal is to find someone who’s always gently holding onto your arm as you both walk towards something greater.


#17. A Letter and a Stamp

To send to someone you care about to tell them how you really feel. It might be an apology, it might be a thank you note, or maybe even just to say “Happy Birthday.” Text messages are nice, but just aren’t the same.

#18. A Mini-Fridge

What can I say? They do come in handy for snack time. I’m not sure how it’s suppose to be metaphorical though…

#19. A Pack of Cards

Sometimes, you just have some time to kill. Pull out some mental puzzles or games to keep you sharp and (at least mildly) entertained while you wait. Whether you’ve got a group of James Bond going, or you’re just cruising along with Solitaire, its always better than getting distracted while you twiddle your thumbs.


#20. Your Sword

When the enemy comes at you, you’ll need something to defend yourself. Luckily for you, your Father gave you the perfect weapon to keep yourself alive in times of trouble. This sword needs to have the law of your Father written deeply on it, and you should always keep it at your side. I’ve seen both lions and bandits hide in wait for those who walk around unarmed. The worlds a dangerous place. Be prepared to fight.

.     .     .     .     .

Well, there you go. Twenty items that you will need for college. Bring these things, and you’re experience will be a smooth and prepared one.

Now, keep in mind that you can’t find any of these items in the supermarket. You’re going to have to search for them in places that most will not go. Some of these items are rare, and require a special person to easily get them. However, some are given to us and readily at hand.

Whether you’re going to go off to college, joining me for junior year, or just going about life outside of undergraduate education; walk wisely in the Lord, and remember that he will make your pathway straight and comfort you always.

Jeremiah 29:11-13 (ESV)

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.

“Throw out the Artist”

This story I’m about to tell is around a year or two old. You see, my family was off on summer vacation, and I decided that it would be the perfect time to write a short story. The story was about a crew of space pirates, and it was honestly a lot of fun to write. It exceeded the short story page limit, getting up to twenty-something pages. The page limit, however, is not the important part of this story.

I had a large crew of unique and colorful space pirates. I figured it wouldn’t be a realistic story unless at least one of them was killed off, but I really liked all of them. What to do? Well, this is where the small army of siblings come in. I assigned each crew member to a common occupation, and then asked my brothers and sisters this question:

 “There is a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer, an artist, and a pilot in a room. You have to throw one of them out of the room. Who do you throw out?”

A fairly simple question. I asked siblings whose ages ranged from early twenties, to the age of two. What happened next frustrated me to no end.

Each sibling I asked (if they cared to answer and were not distracted by the macaroni and cheese on their plate) had the same answer: “Throw out the artist.”

“Why?” I responded. “Why throw out the artist?”

“Well,” they would say. “If we need something fixed, then we could use the engineer. And if someone gets hurt, then we would need the doctor…”

“But nothing is broken, and no one is hurt,” I said. “Are you sure you want to throw him out?”

“I don’t know why, I would just throw out the artist. He just seems like the least useful person.”


You may not know this, but before I realized I was fascinated with the English language, I wanted to be an artist. A concept artist, actually. That’s all done on the computers now, so the switch to writing wasn’t that hard to make. It’s hard as a kid to grow up and watch your dream jobs drop like flies and fade out of existence, but it’s also rough to see your siblings boot them out of a hypothetical room for an unknown reason.

I realize that drawing a picture may not be as important as a doctor, who can save lives, or an engineer, who I’ve heard can build a lot of bridges (that was a joke; I know they do a lot more than that, seriously). But actually, they may just be as important.

I don’t need to tell you that professional artists create beauty, as any kind of engineer does. They can also contribute to many different kinds of therapies, which certainly can save lives. Certainly keep that in mind, but that’s not where it stops.

I still draw. Many people told me I would starve to death (which is a great thing to tell a nine year old boy) if I continued to pursue art. Computers and programming is where the future lies, after all! No one gets paid from the pencil and paper anymore.

Let me tell you what I did instead of art, though. I went into writing. English! I love it! I have, actually, gotten more concerned faces from the study of English than art, however. Imagine that. There’s an English major in the room? Well, never mind. Keep the artist, but get rid of that useless waste of space! (I exaggerate, but only kind of). Family members tried to talk me out of it, and church members gave me concerned second glances. Now, I had already given up on one passion. Writing was not going to die like art did. Not a chance.


That’s not even where it stops, though. Let me tell you about the minor I just added. That’s right. This writing major added a minor, which, theoretically, should help me get a job one day. What job relevant minor did I choose? Well, I decided to minor in Philosophy.

Now, I can see you face-palming, but hear me out.

Forget about English majors, because this world is the one that is starving. We’ve all artist3.jpgjumped on the science band wagon and think that it will take us all the way up to heaven. I’m sorry to say that we’ve got some pretty ugly times ahead if we keep thinking that. I’m not throwing science under the bus. It is needed, but it is not the exclusive need that we require. I’m a thinker. I talked about that last time. I can’t shake the feeling that I need to do something else other than the American drive. Will I get a job? Contrary to popular belief, there is a decent market for writing related jobs. I’ll be fine, but that’s not the point. My focus now is to learn, and build myself towards Christ. How should I do that? Well, I need to understand. That’s what Philosophy is. A drive to understand the hard questions. You will stress over getting a job, engineer to artist. One is statistically more profitable, absolutely. But if our artists disappear, what does that make us as a culture?

Here’s the big point. Follow the direction that God is pulling your heart towards. I know people who want to pursue music, teaching, construction, self-defense, being a pastor, and just about everything else and in-between. Their talents are beautiful, and needed. Essential, in fact. If America is to build itself back towards Christianity, then we need bold men and women who are willing to sacrifice a fancy car to show the nation how God wants these things to be done. That includes writing. That includes thinking. Yeah, I stress. I worry. But for some reason, I haven’t budged yet (and not for lack of trying).

God doesn’t say, “go forth and get rich, and don’t forget about that nice car.” Quite the contrary. That is not to say that God will not bless us with nice things, or plentiful riches. Some have that blessing, but it is not to be our main drive or goal. Whatever you are pursuing, check yourself. If it does not line up with furthering the Kingdom of God, and only in line with your own personal gain, give it some thought. This applies to the arts as well. You can go into writing for entirely selfish reasons. I’ve seen people go into the major because they think its easy (ha, that’s rich in of itself). Check yourself, and store treasures up in heaven. If you do that, then maybe we can keep a few of the next generation’s dream jobs from fading away for just a little while longer.


Matthew 6:31-32

Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.

Philippians 4:19-20

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen.

Communication via Styrofoam Cup

I have trouble communicating. It’s not that I don’t know how I feel, or to properly articulate my thoughts, but the action of talking to someone is more complex than you’d think. At least, that’s what I’ve always found.

I had been recently been thinking about communication a few days back. I was thinking pretty hard about it, but I then realized something very ironic. I was pondering communication as I sat next to two very good friends, who were only a few feet away from me. You should talk to them! Well, I should have, yes. I hadn’t spoken to them in a fair while, and I don’t get to see old friend that often. But of course, I did not talk to my two very good friends. Instead, I thought about how I was unable to talk to them.

The irony of the situation urged me to quickly find an answer to my inability to have a conversation. I immediately grabbed the closet thing I could write with, and on. This was a pen, and a Styrofoam cup.

The two friends continued their conversation in the near vicinity, and I got to work processing my problem. I was absolutely determined to figure it out, so I took the cup and started to etch a chart onto its soft surface. All other sounds were drowned out, and I thought carefully about how language was conveyed from person to person, and why it would be so hard for me to participate in a seemingly simple act.

Now, I’m no COM 101 textbook, but here’s as far as the Styrofoam could get me. Language can be seen as split up into several different elements. Elements such as:

  • Subconscious

All language is dictated through our personal view on reality, and our previous interactions, even if you don’t know it. Your subconscious moves a lot of how the interaction could go, and is always constant in any use of language. It holds your quirks and preferences, making an accurate portrayal of yourself evident upon the act of communicating. Who you are, or who you think you are, will be portrayed when you get further along in the process of communication.

  • Non-Verbal

Non-verbal communication is also dictated by the subconscious, and is also constant. It’s hard to avoid it. Whether it is a shrug, particular expression, or the movement of an eyebrow, it communicates more than sometimes words can. Many times it can to directed through thought, and you consciously decide on how to portray yourself, but most often it happens without our realization.

  • Thought

Your conscious interactions will begin with thought. There can be careless words, or thoughtless actions, but in some way, shape, or form, your thoughts will precede your words. You will hold a subject in your mind, for example, and develop it as the conversation goes on. As you talk, images and emotions will be relayed to your mind, and then continue to develop as you prepare a response.

  • VerbalCup of Communication

Verbal communication is when the thoughts develop from the brain to the mouth as it moves in complicated ways to form each syllable to relay information. In other words: talking. It is our main way of interaction with one another, and is much more direct than most other forms. If you want to get to know someone, talk to them. Why? Because it requires both active thought, subconscious, and who their very person is. What makes a person who they are is required when they communicate. It’s just how we’re made. It’s why we are called to pray to God, and not just think about him. Both are important, but the relationship is far more intimate and personal when we open our mouths and speak.


What’s the rose there for? Well, my mind drifted off, and roses are fun to draw. So there.

This is closely related to subconscious, but there is also the subject of incentive when communicating. What are you looking to get out of interacting with this person? Is it to laugh? To relay information? To have fellowship? To simply get by an awkward situation?

Incentive is important to recognize as you interact, as it can govern what is communicated at that certain point in time. You shouldn’t go off on a strange story telling spree if you’re in the middle of an Algebra class. The communication there requires a different intensive to talk.

You should probably take the Styrofoam charts above with a grain of salt, by the way. These thoughts are scattered, and some probably incorrect (It was about midnight after I had finished my thoughts, after all), but through all of it, I came to this conclusion:

I feel more comfortable in the ‘thinking’ stage, so that’s where I’ll often stay.

Relaying information feels like a certain kind of ‘strange’ for me, and I don’t always feel like I can appropriately express what I am thinking. My thoughts get ahead of me, go in different directions, and are about a hundred times more confident that my common amount of speech. Who I am (through subconscious and incentive) just doesn’t usually enjoy getting past the thinking process.

This is why I have always enjoyed writing, as I can clearly express what I am thinking on my own terms, and not under the ‘clock’ of a decent conversation’s length.

I talk. I enjoy talking. I am very glad God gave me a mouth to communicate with, but it’s not my strongest attribute. My struggle to verbally communicate is often frustrating, and so when two good friends are nearby, I may often just stay in thought.

Call it introverted, call it timid, call it intellectual. I don’t care what you call it. It is important to realize, however, that everyone excels at different kinds of communication. I know some people who can hold a whole conversation with only non-verbal. I know others who have to talk something out to properly think about it. We are all different, but all require the need to interact for one reason or another.

Is there a lesson here? Well, I think the take away is for you to decide on. I would recommend joining me in my thinking process (unless it makes you uncomfortable, as talking is often for me), and start to examine how people communicate with each other. How do you prefer to communicate? Knowing these things can really help you know yourself better, or just have an appreciation for just how different and special each person is according to God’s grand design.

That being said, however, you must realize that all forms of communication are essential. You can’t get through life without thinking, you can’t get through life without talking, and you can’t get through life without being honest with your subconscious and who you really are.


Psalm 19:14

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
    be acceptable in your sight,
       O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.