Over the last almost year, you guys have asked me lots of questions, whether it be in the comments, or via email. I have tried to answer them all as honestly as I can.
Sometimes I fear my answers have been inadequate. Sometimes I feel out of my league.
Yet, you all have given me grace and love, friendship and encouragement–and I am thankful. So, I’d like to declare today “Ask Me Anything Day”, a chance for you to ask me any question.
Want to ask about my thoughts on sex, marriage, dating? Go for it. Want to know where I stand on a particular theological doctrine? Ask me. Dying to find out how I blog 5x a week while juggling two kids, a home, and a bun in the oven? Hit me up. I am totally game. And I know you guys will no doubt have some awesome questions.
So don’t leave me hanging. Ask me and I promise to answer each of you. Who knows, your stirring and thought-provoking question could turn into my next post. (I’ll give you full credit of course).
Whenever I am in Las Vegas, I am reminded of my old life—my life before I was fully committed and walking with Christ. I have “old Vegas stories” (a.k.a before Christ stories).
I also have “new Vegas stories” (a.k.a. after Christ stories).
Yet, on this last trip, I started thinking about my old life and–more than that—what would my life look like if I had never returned to Christ or even met Him in the first place? What or who would I be if I didn’t know Christ?Continue reading If I Didn't Know Christ
I interrupt our usual Wednesday programming of He Said/She Said to bring you this special bulletin.
Yesterday, I realized one of my worst fears. It was something I have always dreaded and known in the back of my mind would eventually happen: One of my children being seriously injured. Continue reading My Worst Fear
Last week, I posted a video called Ted Bundy’s Dirty Little Secret. The comments that followed were impassioned and varying. The dirty little secret is pornography. I promised to do a follow-up post discussing my own personal views and story regarding the subject, so here I am, ready to talk porn.
I imagine that almost all of us, in one way or another, have been affected by pornography. It is so rampant and so prevalent that it is difficult to escape.
Tuesday was Modern Reject’s 6 month anniversary, as some of you may know. I had asked all you lovelies to take a survey, telling me what you love and could do without on Modern Reject. Turns out, much to my husband’s surprise–you all really like Favorite Things Friday. To be honest, I was thinking of scratching it from my repertoire, but I think there might be a revolt if I attempted that. (I will tell you, though, that I may not be doing it every single Friday anymore; but it will still be a feature).
I always learn so much about you guys from Favorite Things, too. Your comments are filled with all of the things you love and care about. I thought that, this Friday, I’d like to get to know you all even more. Since next week is Thanksgiving, I also thought today’s Favorite Things would incorporate some of what we are thankful for. Let’s get a little personal. Whadya say?
Since I have become a mom, 4 looooong years age, my life has greatly changed. I’ve had to learn skills that I never thought necessary, like how to simultaneously cook oatmeal, talk on the phone, and bounce an infant on one hip.
Not to mention, my husband and I have served in ministry, led a home group once a week, met with couples, and discipled younger people. Then, about 6 months ago, I decided to start blogging. Yeah, awesome (insert sarcasm)! Diapers, potty seats, Bible studies, cleaning, ministry, and everything else wasn’t enough. I wanted to add more to my plate. ‘Cause you know the expression, “If it ain’t broke… then break it!”
Everyday of my life is fascinating, enthralling, hilarious, and yet, somehow, painfully like the day before it. For those of you who care–care how I manage to feed two small people three times a day (plus snacks), clean my house, write 5 posts a week, disciple 2 women, and maintain a rocking marriage, all while balancing a pile of plates on top of my head and riding a tricycle… here you go. Here is a day in the life–of me… Continue reading A Day in the Life of a Modern Reject
You know that expression “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water?” Well, I do that… a lot, and the baby being thrown out is usually me. I have a tendency to disregard any of the good I have done, if it is peppered with any amount of bad, no matter how small. I struggle to accept where I am making progress, whether it be spiritually or otherwise, if I experience any sort of setback.
The words of self-doubt and lack of self-worth come flooding in. “You are no good, Nicole. You cannot do this. You should quit.” Why is it in such moments that I cannot just say to myself, “Yeah, you’ve messed up a few times, but that doesn’t mean you are totally messed up.”
I recently read a book called Having a Mary Spirit. I couldn’t read more than a few pages at a time, otherwise my eyes would swell up with tears, as I was both convicted and comforted, knowing I’m not the only one. The author, Joanna Weaver, posed one question in the very beginning of the book that rattled me. I sat on this question for days, then weeks, and I am still asking myself: