Judgment

I normally don’t get in the middle of politics and religion (unless you’re someone I trust) and I’ve debated on this for, gosh, a week or more now. You see, I don’t normally like to throw my two cents in unless I feel that my two cents is needed, and I’ve been questioning if I knew enough about this topic to add my thoughts. 
Then tonight I keep feeling like there’s a weight on my chest and that there is something I need to do – this usually means God is knocking me on the head and telling me to act. 
So naturally, I trust Him and act. 

After He knocks for a while, cause ya know?
This picture sums up my frustration with this country right now. 

And no, not because I agree, but because I wholeheartedly disagree. 
How dare anyone question any other persons faith. How dare you assume you know so much that you know the heart of those who are Christian and voted for, now president, Trump? 

Don’t get me wrong, we all have that very human and sinful side of us who question others about their choices and how it pertains to their faith, but hopefully we realize our error and pray about it. 

Not for the other persons sin, but for our own. 
I could handle being called racist, homophobic, etc because of who I voted for. It irritated me and hurt, because I know it’s not true, but it didn’t affect me down to my core. 
But insinuating that I’m not following Christ is a whole other ball game. 


My faith is hard won. God found me when I hit the lowest of lows and He loved me when I wasn’t even sure if I loved myself. I strive to live as closely to how He wants me to live as I can. I have learned to forgive those who hurt me. I have learned to accept those who differ from me. I have learned to turn to Christ in anger, instead of allowing the emotion to consume me. 
Jesus died for me on that cross, not because I’m so faithful, but because His love for us transcends anything we could ever comprehend. He died for me when I was so buried in sin and I was living only for myself. He died for me when I went weeks without praying. He loves me. He loves you. 
For someone to group every Christian together  who voted republican and assume that we are all horrible people is so hypocritical. You judge us because we apparently judge others? What? You can judge and it’s acceptable because you’re liberal? No. Wrong. No one can judge. 
Do we though? I’d be lying if I said no. But you’re just as guilty. Never start pointing fingers unless your own hands are clean. 
But because of my faith, I forgive you. 

Because of my faith I love you and want the absolute best for you. 
Instead of passing a judgment on me, try and get to know me. Ask me about my views, my Christian walk, my story, my friends. Learn about who I am. 
You’d be surprised to see that I’m nothing like what you assume. 
Truthfully, if you want to know, ask. That’s how we all grow. 
I’m sure there’s plenty we don’t agree on, but that’s the beautiful thing about the USA. 

The DO NOTS of online dating!

I, like millions of other women, have joined the world of online dating. I’ve come across sweet guys, creepy guys, and everything in the middle. From guys with pictures with cute dogs to pictures of them holding their shirt up to show off their “abs”. 

Believe me, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it all. 

So, on this cold Friday night, I thought I’d make a list of dating site dont’s for guys to read and learn from. 

P. S. This is pure fun and not to be taken seriously. (At least mostly)

After all, maybe some of these donts are attractive to other girls. 

Anyways! Onward!

  1. Exnay the shirtless pics unless you’re doing some sort of activity that requires you to be shirtless. I.e. Swimming, hanging at the beach, wake boarding, etc.  I get you’re proud of your abs, but it comes off more conceited than attractive. IMO. 
  2. Don’t go on and on about how you’re done with the games. I get it, you’re looking for something serious. Instead of going on about how your ex cheated on you or took you for granted, just say you’re looking for something serious and life long. That’s it. It’s as simple as that. 
  3. Leave the alcohol out of your pics. Let me just say, I have nothing against a good glass of wine, a bottle of beer, or a good mixed drink, but a picture of you hold a bud lite just comes across as if you’re a 21 year old trying to look cool. 
  4. Speaking of pictures, have some! What’s the point of an online dating profile if you have no pictures?!
  5. Be honest, for heavens sakes. Don’t put that you’re 5’10 if you’re 5’3 or that you’re 30 if you’re really turning 40. I know that may sound cute in your head, but I know that for me that makes you a big no. 
  6. Don’t have a generic profile! There’s millions of guys out there and you’re, in a sense, competing against them. Tell me about yourself! Do you have dogs? Sisters and brothers? What are your hobbies?
  7. Please, try to not start a conversation with, “hi how r u.”. I’m serious, unless you have a great profile I probably won’t even reply. Start with something cute, like commenting on how cute my dogs are or how you love to write as well. Get that convo going!
  8. Please, please, don’t say anything sexual in the first few message exchanges. Unless you’re looking for just a hookup, then go for it, I guess. 

Okay, that’s all I have for now. ✌🏻

For when your praying knees get week – 1

Oh Mondays. So full of rushing around to get back into the swing of things (especially after a holiday weekend!), sleep deprivation, and caffeine. We’re much more likely to be on edge and we look at the week ahead and bemoan how long it is until Friday. 

For this Monday I had a completely different blog post planned. I wanted to talk about starting each week fresh and making the most out of life, but I feel there is something much more important – or prevalent – that needs to be said. It’s something that I deal with a lot and I feel it’s a huge reason for people leaving or never coming to the Christian faith – hypocrites. 

The people who profess such godliness and faith, but who’s actions speak more about promoting themselves than Christ. It’s all about how they can change people. About how important they are. They want people to come to them, not because they feel God speaking and moving through them, but because they love how important it makes them feel. 

Of course, there are the ones who may cuss, become drunk, have premarital sex, etc. But those may lead people to believe that those sins are okay – because we are forgiven. And we are! But we must make an effort each and every day to turn from sin. All sin. 

It’s hard to read or listen to a person preach when you know that their heart isn’t in the right place. It’s hard to believe that anything they say may have any truth. 

But it can. And that’s what makes it all the much harder. Can God work though a selfish, self serving person? I believe he can. God can work though anybody. God is the great I Am. He can do anything. And that’s part of what’s so frustrating. Who wants to listen to a man or woman preach and take it in what they have to say when their life contradicts their words? 

It’s hard enough for someone who knows Christ to do, but imagine how hard it would be for someone who isn’t saved? Someone who knows nothing of Christ? 

I truly believe that a huge part of why so many people embrace atheism is because of hypocritical christians. Instead of pulling people to Christ, we’re pushing them away! We’re showing them everything but love, we judge then because of their sin and never acknowledge our own, and we put ourself up in a pedestal. 

I personally know a man struggling with his faith. He believes there is a God, but for whatever reason, he hates Him. All these “christians” on tv and in the news only push him farther away. I see God chasing him plain as day, but because of whatever happened in his past and because of people in the world today, he keeps running. 

How many people in your life are doing the same thing? Are you? 

I’m not perfect. I’m far from it. I’m nothing special or extraordinary. But I love Christ with my whole heart. I’ve been blessed with salvation and given so much peace in my life. 

And I want everyone to have and feel the same. I want us all to come together in Christ. I want us to move. I want to see people moved to tears from the power of God. From his love and grace. We all need to take a good look at ourselves and see if we are representing Christ the way we should be. 

Remember – the way we live may be the only bible someone ever reads. 

When you want to retort with hate, pray. 

It’s been a hard few days. 

People are ripping each other apart and hate seems to be in everyone’s actions. We have rioting in the streets and people being called bigot, misogynistic, and racist – most of the time by people who don’t understand what the words truly mean. We have a divide amongst us and no one seems to want to bridge the gap. 

I won’t lie – there have been times in the past few days I’ve had to bite my tongue. I’ve typed responses to tweets, only to have to walk away and think. Part of me wanted to respond and the other wanted to stay out of it. I debated on if I was responding to enlighten or if I was only wanting to state my opinion. 

As I took a breather to analyze my response, I realized something – I was speaking in anger. I was angry. I was pissed off. I felt personally attacked and I wanted to let everyone know it. That thought made me close out of twitter and put my phone down. 

I would be responding with hate. I would be speaking in anger. How would that do any good? You can’t fight hate with more hate because it will only blow up in your face. 

So I challenge everyone to pray before you speak. I challenge everyone to take a step back and ask yourself why you’re responding. If you can’t separate yourself from the situation and give a response out of love – don’t type that message. Delete that tweet. 

Rise above the hate. Personify that change you want to see. 

Dear Americans Who Voted Trump

It’s a hard time. 

People protesting in the streets, hate being brought on you for your choice, and you’re being made out as a bigot and racist. 

You are being made out to be heartless. Ignorant, even. 

I know, because I am one of you. 
My decision to vote for Pres-Elect Trump did not come easy. I prayed and wrestled with my decision for a long time. 

You see, I live in the Appalachian Mountains, near coal mines and lots of factories. We have taken a massive hit and people hurt. People were scared of a Democratic win, because our jobs and livelihood could have been on the line. I’ve seen what Obamacare has done to jobs; part time at my job use to be up to 35 hours, but went down to 28. We couldn’t handle another four years of the same. 

We vote, because we hurt. 

I pray that we all can come together and build a better tomorrow for our children. That we can become a stronger country than ever before. 

But we have to stop fighting one another for that to happen. 

In my neighborhood there are a lot of Clinton signs. We have a Trump sign. As we were walking back from voting (we live 45 seconds from our polling location) we passed our neighbor who has a Clinton sign. She was excited to see us out voting, and I was happy to see her going to do the same. This is how we should all be. 

Let this not divide us, but bring us closer. 

To those who are being ridiculed because of your vote, I hurt with you. You are not a racist or a deplorable person. You are human and voted your heart. 

For those who are hurting and afraid of a Trump presidency, I feel your hurt. I pray that in time none of your fears are realized and you can feel joy for your country. 

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:13

Dear High School Girl,

It’s a start of a new school year, and if you’re anything like I use to be, then you see it as a chance at a new you. 

Now, I could spend this time telling you that you’re perfect the way you are and to just be you. 

And you should!

But I completely understand how you feel. Honestly, even as a 27 year old woman, I find myself finding ways to make myself better. 

Eat better, exercise more, sleep more, dress better, etc. 

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to better yourself, but what is wrong is the idea that you can only be happy once you change. 

No amount of weight lost, no amount of in style clothes, no boyfriend, and no job will make you happy if you’re not already happy with yourself. 

I know it’s hard, especially during the teen years. You’re stuck not wanting to be a child, but not yet being an adult. You go to school with girls who seem to have everything and you feel stuck trying to be who you think you need to be.

But here’s the secret…..

Just be you and learn to be happy with where you’re at, at this very moment. Love yourself as you are right now, and that will make any goal reached that must better. 

I can tell you from experience, even when I was smaller, had a boyfriend, and had a bunch of friends I still wasn’t truly happy. 

I always felt like I needed to be smaller, needed to hang out all the time, or whatever else my mind told me I needed. I was always miserable deep down and it allowed me to keep making bad decisions and staying with the wrong guys. 

Now? 

I’m bigger, no boyfriend, and my best friend moved to Wyoming. 

But I’m happy. 

I’m happy because I learned to love myself as I am. 

It’s a hard journey and there will always be times that you find yourself wishing for something else, but at the end of the day you can put all those feelings away. How? By loving yourself and knowing you worth more than the voices in your head tell you. 

I wish I could give you a magic formula to happiness, but it doesn’t exist. All I can say is you’re worth being happy. One day you’ll look back and wonder why you stressed so much. 

Enjoy your youth. Enjoy being young. 

It all truly does work out in the end. 

So I wish you a great school year!


I Used To Hide Behind My Bright Red Hair

I began dying my hair red at the age of 18. 

Now, I know that most insecure teen girls wouldn’t normally go for something so drastic, but I was looking for a change. I wanted to be different than how I was in high school. I needed to be different. 

 After the first time dying my hair red I was hooked, like a drug, and soon I became dependent on my red hair. 

It was how I felt I attracted guys. Ya know, bright red hair equals sexy vixen. Right?

I kept it up for most of the next seven years, except for a six month period where the majority of my hair was pink and a period of the same length when it was blonde. 

Blonde. 

But I rocked the pink, let me tell ya. 

When I was saved at the age of 25 I found myself on a road of self discovery. It was brought to my attention how much I prided myself on my hair and how insecure I was without it. The thought of dying it back to brown scared me. It actually made my anxiety sky rocket because I felt that I would no longer be attractive. 

Who was I without my red hair?

I felt strongly that I needed to find out. I knew I had to find out. 

So one night I made the journey back to brown. 

And guess what?

The world didn’t end, even if I did cry after I saw it. 

I was still me. My face was the same and my personality never changed. 

My hair was….just my hair. 

It’s one part of many that makes me who I am. I can’t base my self worth on having hair that I thought would attract guys. 

I had to find out who I was in Christ, not in my hair. 

And I found myself worthy. 

Worthy of love. Worthy of friends. Worthy of existing. 

I’m worthy with red hair and without. With makeup or without. 

My hair doesn’t make me who I am. 

I make me who I am. 

Me. 

And I currently have dark brown hair. 

And I love it.