A Rebel No More

  Haters are gonna hate, you guys. I get on here and write blogs about navigating a lifestyle modeled after Jesus… while I’m still very much trying to figure out what that actually looks like myself. Spoiler alert: IT’S HARD. But thank You, Holy Spirit, for never leaving me and for constantly redirecting my steps. Story time. I hopped on social media this morning and came across a few not-so-kind comments. Now, let’s be honest — my life has never exactly been “normal.” I probably should be used to judgment by now. I came home pregnant at 18 and unmarried, earned my black sheep title early on, and wore it for years. So you’d think a silly comment from an acquaintance would roll right off my back by now. Well… it didn’t. I don’t think I’ll ever fully get used to my life being on public display, but here I am — blogging about personal things and preparing to share my walk with God through a podcast launching in January 2026 . So yes, opinions will come, whether invited or not. ...

 The Choice to Be Unoffended I know I’ve written about offense before, but let’s be honest—this topic never really gets old. Whether you’re a Christian or not, offense is the bait of Satan . You’re welcome to agree or disagree, but truth doesn’t change based on how we spin it. Here’s the hard part (and yes, I’m talking to myself too): you choose to be offended . No one makes that decision for you. It doesn’t matter how something is said, who says it, or even the tone behind it. At the end of the day, it comes down to how you choose to receive it. Now, let’s be clear—if someone is being a jerk, that’s on them . Fully. But when I choose to react in offense, that part? That’s on me . We always have two options: ignore it or respond. And if I respond in anger, sarcasm, or defensiveness, I’m really no better than the person who set me off in the first place. Ouch. I’ve had plenty of moments where someone said something or behaved a certain way and—boom—self-control left the build...

I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior about a year and a half ago—truly the best decision I’ve ever made. But I quickly learned that following Jesus doesn’t make life magically easier. After 42 years of living in a world full of shiny distractions—money, success, clothes, cars, and the “it’s your life, do what you want” mindset—I began to see how empty it all really was. Everything the world offered me was a lie. I also have a past, and it loves to show up at the worst times. People say “the past is the past,” but when others keep reminding you of who you used to be, it doesn’t always feel that way. Sometimes I ask myself, Am I a fraud? I write about Jesus, yet the enemy whispers, “Look at your life, Jane. Look at your marriage.” As I write this, I’m sitting in a dimly lit room with Lauren Daigle playing softly, trying to calm my heart. Dallas and I have been married only 10 months, and the spiritual attacks have been intense. The fighting has gotten worse, not better, and at first I...