John Mayer (whose life is otherwise unremarkable and uncommendable) recommends it:
"Say what you need to say."
Andrew Peterson, who's become my favorite Christian musician of late notes the same problem in his song "Don't Give Up on Me":
"Got all these letters that I never did write, all this affection I kept inside my heart."
It's this unhealthy verbal constipation--for lack of a better term--that causes me to not say the words that need to be said. Encouragement. Commendation. Love. Correction. Most people probably die with unspoken words on their tongues that could have made a difference in the lives of their spouse, their children, their colleagues. Why is it that that I'm so free with the unnecessary things and so reticent to say what needs to be said?
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