Haters Are Gonna Hate

 

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.

Loving people when they’re being jerks — to us or to those we love — is hard. Like, really hard. And let’s be real, it’s incredibly easy to pop off and say exactly what we’re thinking. But Jesus wouldn’t do that. He would choose love. And loving people when they don’t deserve it? That’s next-level hard. Yet, as followers of Jesus, that’s exactly what we’re called to do.

At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m talking to myself just as much as I’m talking to you — trying to de-escalate that very real, very worldly desire to clap back. I’ve been reading a book called Zip It by Karen Ehman (yes, I laugh every time I say her name). It’s a 40-day devotional on when to speak and when to stay quiet. I’m only on day four, and shockingly… I managed to keep my mouth shut.

It was hard.

And let’s be honest — I was offended. Fully. Deeply. But only until I wasn’t. I did exactly what I needed to do: I breathed, zipped it, and went to God. You know… to tattle. I handed Him the situation and politely added the person to God’s “please handle this” list. Because vengeance? That’s not my job. Romans 12:19 reminds us that vengeance belongs to God, not us. And honestly? I’m fine letting Him handle it.

God’s got my back — and friends, that is the best feeling of all.

-God bless-

Jane 

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