To say my daughter is verbal is an understatement. A first-born reader, raised by readers, she’s an artesian spring of words, bubbling without end. When she doesn’t feel like talking about something, that’s when you know something serious is up.
Like the time when, in anger, she changed her brother’s tablet password and then forgot it–consigning countless handcrafted Minecraft worlds to oblivion. Or the time she got in trouble at school for reading instead of paying attention to the teacher. When she doesn’t want to talk, it always means she is avoiding something, some fear, some discomfort she doesn’t want to face.
Similarly, in the church, we don’t talk much about personal growth. We don’t want to because we’re avoiding something uncomfortable. There are some fears we’d rather not face.