I had another post written for today, but as I sat typing it, I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to say. You see, yesterday I read a blog post that sort of took me by surprise. It was about being a Christian blogger. It’s weird, because I don’t consider myself a “blogger,” I just happen to have a blog.
Anyway, the post talked about making your blog–and thus, your writing–your service, worship, and art, unto the Lord. I felt like I had done that when I first started blogging 6 months ago. I “gave” Modern Reject to the Lord. Over the last month, though, my focus has shifted. I have been distracted by numbers, page views, comments, tweets, and all the rest.
I realized that I have been striving versus serving and I don’t like it. So I did what any healthy girl would do–I swallowed hard and said the words to the Lord that were so difficult for me to say… Continue reading I Quit…
If you missed Monday’s first ever Daily 3Some, it is a chance for me to share news, facts, or titillating tidbits with all of you. You can then share your Daily 3SOME with me via Facebook or Twitter. Today’s Daily 3SOME dabbles in royalty, discrimination, and full body searches. Sounds good huh?
Prince William finally popped the question to his girlfriend of 9 years. I watched an interview with the couple on CNN and apparently the two already “share a home.” I was amazed. What happened to integrity, respect, decorum, and proper English etiquette? I guess the Prince these days and his would-be-wife (the would-be-queen), sadly, look just like everyone else.
A 13-year-old boy was told by his middle school, to remove an American flag he had displayed on his bike, after other students complained. The school superintendent cited “racial tensions” between Hispanic and white students as justification. Well, yesterday the boy received an escort to school like no other, with hundreds of people proudly flying American flags. Watch the videohere.
“The TSA has achieved the final state of a government bureaucracy — total ineptitude combined with maximum waste of resources,” says American Thinker blog. Agreed. The current issue of the “pat-down” versus the full body scan is like watching an episode of The Soup. It’s funny and yet strangely unsettling. Americans complain about both methods, but then demand national security and public safety. My vote? Forget scans and pat-downs. Let’s profile. Israel does and has the safest airports in the world, despite millions wanting to kill them, daily.
Today is Modern Reject’s 6th month blogiversary. Can you believe she is that old already? It seems like just yesterday that she took her first few wobbly steps. Soon, though, she was off and running, although still tripping and falling flat on her face along the way (yes, this analogy is really about me, okay?). So, today I want to celebrate, and I plan to do so in a few different ways.
First, I share some stats on Modern Reject’s growth (if you like that kind of stuff) below and give some big thanks!
Second, I am giving out the coveted Reject Awards. See if you are a lucky winner.
Last, but not least, there is a survey, asking you what you like, love, or just can’t stand about Modern Reject. If you read nothing else, please take time to participate in the survey (do I sound like I’m in telesales?). It will really help me know what I’m doing well and what I’m sucking at–and hey, that’s important.
What you are seeing looks new, because it is. This is the first of what will become a recurring staple here on Modern Reject--the Daily 3some (like that scandalous title, do ya?). The Daily 3some will be a trifecta of humorous, intriguing, and other notable news and tidbits I feel like commenting on and sharing, on any given day. And without further ado, let us start with…
My home state of Arizona, in a 50.1 percent majority–clearly in a drug-induced haze of smoke–voted to legalize medical marijuana. The final count was a staggeringly close margin of 4,300 votes. What, say you: toke up or no toke up?
Remember when Conan O’Brien got fired from NBC for not “performing,” and then Leno got his old show back? Yeah, well Conan just killed it! As in, he shut everyone up. His ratings were, to say the least, impressive. I heart you, Conan. Way to go.
Don’t know if you have seen it or even heard of it yet, but The Walking Dead is my new Sunday night fixation. For those of you that have been around here for, like, only a minute, you know that I love me some zombies. Well, AMC’s new drama is both deliciously suspenseful and zombie-filled. Um, it doesn’t get much better… or gorier. On a side note, The Walking Dead also garnered record-breaking ratings. See, it’s not just me.
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My husband loves movies, and I mean loooves. We watch a lot of movies. We talk about the cinematography, the direction, the acting, the writing. We theorize about which film will walk away with the Oscar for Best Picture.
We are suckers for summer blockbusters, critically-acclaimed, low-budget, and indie films alike. We rarely, however, take any time to discuss the ins and outs of the best makeup artist, or the dude who holds the boom mic. We know the actors names, sure, they are famous. We know the director, because he is an ar-tist, who has repertoire of distinguished films under his belt. Sadly, however, we pay very little attention to the hundreds, even thousands of people who do the rest necessary to actually make a movie.
The last couple of days on Modern Reject, I have written about some heavy and somewhat controversial issues. I needed a break and figured you all did, too. So, today’s post is me letting off some steam and complaining about the Top 10 Phrases that I never want to hear again. I hope you enjoy, but secretly, I hope that, if you are guilty of using any of these phrases, you will stop, so we can rid them from pop culture. (Wink wink.) What phrases do you never want to hear again? Be sure to add them to the comments!
I don’t remember the first time I heard the phrase “God will never give you more than you can handle,” I just know that, at some point, it became a Christian-ism for me. I felt comforted knowing that God would never allow anything to happen that I could not “handle,” whatever that meant. I’d always be okay. Things would never be so terrible, as to crush me.
I remember quite a few years ago even writing those words to a Jewish friend of mine who was going through a difficult time. I felt like it was in the Bible. It seemed like it should be in the Bible. It sounded scripture-y. I didn’t actually check to see if it was in the Bible however.
But then I got knocked up side the head with the truth. Last week I wrote the post, You CANNOT Be Anything You Want, which was part one in my latest series, Don’t Believe the Lie. You see, that whole “God won’t give you more than you can handle” business is a lie, as well. A nice, big, fat one, too. Oh, how Satan has twisted that one and we’ve bought it.
Here’s what’s been happening: Life has been sucking. All of it. All of it? All of it.
The last two weeks have been some of the most severe emotional, spiritual, and physically exhausting battles of my life. I have been getting sucker punched from the left and the right. Blindsided. Taken down, only to get back up and be knocked over again. The enemy is after me but God is using it for His glory.
I have cried, yes. And screamed ‘cause I do that too sometimes. I have yelled out to God. Prayed and then prayed harder. Then the wave of the emotional surge passes and I feel His touch, however slight. I begin to feel hopeful that tomorrow will be a better day and yet today, now, I am burdened and weighed down with pain too much for me to carry.
And I heard my Lord say to me, quietly and gently…”There’s hope enough for tomorrow but are you using it for today?”
“I don’t know,” I began to answer knowing good and well what He meant. The real answer is “no”. I am believing that someday, down the road, everything will be alright but am I also believing the same thing for today, this very moment, in this very sticky situation?
Do I honestly think God is going to provide a solution now? Better yet, am I asking Him to? Am I taking steps to see how and what He is doing now in the middle of the storm?
You see the storm is big and dark. It hurls you around and tosses you to and fro. And in the middle of it, for some reason it is easier for me to squint and look out past the clouds and pretend to see a ray of light. When in fact Christ is my Light, even as the darkness closes in.
He is asking me to stop pretending like everything is just hunky dory and to let Him actually carry my burden.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light, he says.
I really want, so much, to take this burden off of my shoulders and allow Him to carry it. Just like anything, I have to practice this idea. When I feel my mind obsessing over all the hurt that has been inflicted and the damage that has been done I must remember to stop those thoughts in their track. Then I must hand those thoughts over to God.
It is an abstract idea and I am a practical type girl. I like concrete solutions and visible results. God, not so much. He says “Trust me without seeing me. Walk with me with blindly. Be still and know that I am God.”
I’m still figuring out how to do all of that because I need Him to take over. Because I am not enough on my own. Because the burden is too heavy and only He can preserve me within the storm.
Are you carrying burdens that God should be carrying? Are you believing Him in the midst of your storms?
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
This past Tuesday was Election Day, and what an Election Day it was! For a political junkie like me, it was like the Olympics meets the Heavy Weight Championships.
I’m not quite sure why I love politics so much. I remember being in elementary school and learning for the first time about the initiative and referendum process. I was fascinated and enthralled. It was so empowering to know that our Founding Fathers, actually built into our Constitution the ability for us, as ordinary citizens, to reform our government. Even at age 10 or so, I recognized that fact as a revolutionary idea.
Years later, I graduated from college with a degree in Political Science and left Boston, loving the political process more than ever.
