A few days ago, I was chatting with a friend of  mine trying to explain some of my quirks. You see, I’m one of those people who sometimes feels the need to clarify why I do or say certain things, and I was in one of those “clarifying” moods on that particular day. As it turns out, this friend of mine already understood what I was trying to lay out so plainly. When he let me know this, I sat back and pondered that a moment. Oh, I thought to myself. So he already understands me?  Curious, I asked, “So you understand why I say and do certain things?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied. “You are an easy book to read. At least for me.”

At first, I wasn’t sure how to take that. It was great to be understood, but at the same time I wondered, Is it a good thing to be an “easy read”? Feeling a bit self-conscious and overthinking things way too much, I asked, “In your opinion, is it a good or bad thing to be an ‘easy read’?” Trying to pretend like it was a completely light-hearted question for which I held no concern about what the answer might be, I even pasted on a laughing/crying emoji at the end. But I knew that I was anxious about what the reply would be.

Really, I was expecting him to either humor me with something amusing that didn’t necessarily answer the question, or simply tell me which he thought; so I was surprised by his answer. “I don’t think it really matters,” he said. “It matters about the quality of what you’re reading, not the difficulty.” The depth of his insight shocked me. Not because I find him incapable of such depth, but because the truth of the statement was undeniable!

Keep in mind that we were not talking about literal books, like one might pick up in their spare time; we were discussing people. I assume that there are many, many people out there who would have had the same negative thoughts as me; the thoughts that say if you are predictable and “easy to read”, you’re boring and not worth anyone’s time. It’s like we all want to be a captivating mystery novel that keeps the reader guessing in every chapter. But the question is, what does it matter how enigmatically alluring the book is if it has no value, no meaning? If you can’t take something away when you’ve finished, what’s the point??

I think we as humans spend too much time worrying about how to be interesting and exciting to society because we don’t want to become outcasts. We find little pieces of ourselves that seem uninteresting and we tuck those away, replacing them with what we think will make us attractive in the eyes of someone else. But when you do that often enough, what do you end up with? A barren peach tree bearing glued-on oranges. To further explain that, it’s like if someone had a peach tree but wanted an orange tree. Every time the tree brought forth a peach, that person would remove the immature peach and glue on an orange in its place. For a little while, it might look somewhat believable, but after a time, the oranges would begin to rot because they had no true source of sustenance. Jesus says in John 15:4, 5, “Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.” Without having actually grown from the tree, the oranges will wither and die. “For every tree is known by his own fruit. For of thorns men do not gather figs, nor of a bramble bush gather they grapes.” (Luke 6:45).

So what exactly am I saying? Am I judging everyone who tries to put on a mask to hide the true identity they fear will cause them to be shunned? Absolutely not! I know that I struggle with the same fears and anxieties. But we need not worry. God made each of us to be different, and He equips us with the gifts and talents He knows we can use to glorify Him. And on the days when we feel like we just don’t fit in, or we’re not smart enough, or not attractive enough, or simply not enough of anything to ever be anything important, we can remember 1 Corinthians 1:26-31, “For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called: But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: That no flesh should glory in his presence. But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption: That, according as it is written, He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.” Jesus Christ is enough; and when we place our trust in Him, having faith that His blood sanctifies us, His death redeems us, and His resurrection defeats fleshly mortality, we are enough through Him. Jesus clothes us in His own righteousness and we are enough.

The last thing I want to leave you with is the following: when it seems like the eyes of the world are watching you and you feel the pressure to put on some great, memorable act, remember that quality is what matters. It matters about what you do with what you have, not what you could do with what you don’t. It matters about who you are, not what you are. And finally, God says in 1 Samuel 16:7, “…Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.” That, my friends, is what matters most.


June 18, 2017

So what’s going on in my life right now?? Well, quite a lot! I won’t expound on all of it, but I’ll give some updates. 😉

We tried out for the community summer musical again and are part of that now! The musical is “My Fair Lady”. I actually landed the role of Eliza Doolittle, to my great surprise and pleasure. Rehearsals have been so fun! We’ve worked mostly on music so far and have recently begun choreography. I don’t know when we’ll do a full script run-through, but I eagerly anticipate it! 🙂 Sidenote: For those of you who have seen the musical, I’m actually attending a rehearsal tonight for the song “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly”. I’ll be working with my amazing cockney quartet mates!

Here soon enough, I’ll be going to Colorado for a couple weeks! Why? Well, there’s a wonderful Christian youth conference called Summit going on all summer, and I have been given the privilege of attending this year. It will be such a new and wonderful experience for me, as I probably won’t know a soul there, giving me plenty of opportunity to make new friends. It’ll be a little scary at first, I’m sure, but I’ll settle in soon enough. I look forward to two weeks of some intense Bible training and fellowship with believers from all over the country!

Well, I think I’ll sign off for now, but I’m going to try to keep up with this blog better than I have been. Can I promise I will? Not really, but I will try! 😉 Have a wonderful weekend end (haha! Weekend end 😉 )!

Your blogger friend,

Nellye Jane

A Remembrance

Hello! Long time no see!

Well, today I actually have a couple posts for you. That’s right: not just one, but two posts! The following words I wrote in my journal a little over a year ago and I’d just like to share them with you. For those of you who read my post about being in the “Fiddler on the Roof” musical, that is when this took place. I have changed names for the identity protection of those I mention.


May 30, 2016     Monday

I never knew I could come to love these people so much. I thought that, as the only homeschoolers, we would have it rough. We’d always be alone, nobody would really care about us, we might even be made fun of. But I was so wrong! Most of them have been very welcoming! Linda loves telling jokes to us, Wade loves to tease, Ann enjoys hanging out with us, Jamie likes a good conversation, Al makes me laugh, Evelyn likes to snuggle up and sit on my lap, Leo enjoys talking, Ginger likes to chill with us, Erin loves sitting by me, Ellie asks us questions, Jessie shares a lot of cat pictures, Kat likes to laugh with us, and Phil, well, he just likes to play. I’m not going to turn my back on God because of them; rather, I’ll draw closer and just love those kids as much as I can, and hope to lead them to the Truth, to Jesus, through that. May I live up to my name: Nellye–Torch!     Luke 8:16


And that is part of a journal excerpt from May 30 of last year! Not super interesting, necessarily, but it may be that some of those I mentioned will see this and smile. I may have changed their names, but I have a feeling they would know who they are. 🙂

On to my next post!

Nellye Jane



Let the Waters Rise


Writing Prompt: You are slowly running out of oxygen, but you have a smartphone with you. What are the last words you write? (I didn’t completely follow the prompt, but it is the foundation for my short story) Here goes!

I can’t typically hold my breath any longer than the next person, but with adrenaline surging through my body, flowing through my veins, I’ve found that changes. Because when you’re trapped inside a waterlogged vehicle on the river bottom, and only a few miles away your family awaits your arrival, your body fights for the unreal, for the impossible. I’ve been here at least a couple minutes now, although it seems like it’s been hours, and my chest feels like a balloon that’s on the verge of bursting. I struggle to keep that precious oxygen residing there.

I had been driving fifty-five down this narrow counrty road, singing along to the radio, when a deer leapt from the treeline just before a bridge. I swerved to avoid a collision and, to my horror, careened into the river. At this time of year, the waters are up and the current is swift, and for a short amount of time, my car was carried with the flow. But once it started filling with water, it sank like a rock. I had tried to open the door, but it was stuck, and the window wouldn’t roll down. I soon found myself with the opportunity for only one more breath. I inhaled deeply before my head went under.

For about a minute, I beat on the window, trying to break it, but the water impeded my momentum and I couldn’t build up enough force. I jiggled the door handle again, kicked against the door, the windshield, but it was all to no avail. As I sank down into one of the seats, my hair calmly floating around my face, I had only one thought: “I’m going to die.” You’d think that with that thought, I’d release what little air I had left, close my eyes, and submit to death; but the survival instinct is quite influential it seems. Even though death was inevitable, I was not ready for it just yet.

So now I’m here, air bubbles slipping past my lips as I stare out the windshield at the murky waters surrounding me. I feel…numb. Is this how everybody feels before their life is taken from them? The water is cold, but I don’t mind. I close my eyes and relax. Another air bubble escapes…

A harsh light glares across my eyelids and I open my eyes to see my phone very alive beside me, flashing a text on its screen: Where r u? I forgot I had gotten one of those waterproof smartphones about a month ago. An idea forms in my mind.

I grab the phone, tap on the email icon, then press “Compose” and add all contacts to my recipient list. My thumbs fly across the keypad as I desperately try to say all I can in the time I have left. My lungs begin to burn from lack of oxygen, but I ignore that and hit “Send.” My heart beats harder and faster as I wait. Please, please, please. A white box pops up in the middle of the screen, black type reading, Sent succesfully. I sigh, releasing the last of my air, and I watch the bubbles float up and out through a crevice in the sun roof. I close my eyes…

Yes, readers, that is my conclusion. I allow you to be mad at me, but before you get too angry, I urge you to think harder about those ending sentences. Or maybe, you’ve been thinking too hard. 😉 The ending may not be as depressing as it seems…

Your blogger friend,

Nellye Jane

The Armour of God

“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might. Put on the whole armour of God, that he may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:” Ephesians 6:10-17

Can’t Have a Rainbow Without a Little Rain


Many of us know what it’s like. You’re weathering a storm with someone close to you when that person seems to become someone so different from who they once were. You’re heartbroken and confused, wondering how this person you thought you knew so well could change so much. In this moment of pain, you think to yourself, “I guess the situation revealed his/her true colors.” Then you move on in life, believing you may never trust so deeply again. That moving on part, it can be hard! You fight a bitterness toward the person who seems to have “pulled off the mask,” maybe you give into it. You may live the rest of your life with a wound that refuses to heal as you are reminded of the colors you never thought you would see. Those dreadful colors of horrid truth. And for that reason I am writing this, to maybe give some hope and help heal. So please, get a taste of this food for thought.

As humans, our days are filled with trouble. So it says in Job! I don’t have to say that for all of you to know it. We all have our struggles and our storms, and those can really get ahold of us and toss us around. I thank God that I have Him to help me withstand the waves, for I feel I would drown without His saving strength. But not everyone has God in their lives, not everyone wants to live for the One that made them. Fellow Christians, imagine the magnanimity of their struggles and pain! What may seem minor and petty to us, can be dragging them under! I know, they have the option to cry out to Jesus and oftenttimes don’t, but I cannot help but feel compassion when I witness them writhing under the weight of their chains. I was once in the same position, fighting my battles alone, always losing, growing more weary every day. Sometimes, you get to a point when you wonder if life is truly worth it.

At this time you must be scratching your heads, muttering, “Come on, Nellye, get to the point! Please don’t take us on a rabbit trail…” Ok, for your sakes, I won’t. 😉 On with it! Imagine this: This insecure person who has been struggling on for quite a while with secret problems he/she buries deep inside, is suddenly overwhelmed when the next storm comes. They snap under the pressure. The rumors spread: “I suppose So-and-So wasn’t who we thought they were” or “They say hard times reveal your true colors. Seems to me that So-and-So’s are quite ugly…” That can be true sometimes. Not everyone has good intentions. But think about our weary friend described above. Maybe it’s not the circumstances revealed their true colors, but that they muddled up the true colors and it’s going to take some time to get them back the way they once were. And since hardships tend to bring us out stronger than we were before, those colors may become even brighter and more beautiful in the end! But it takes time, especially for those who live without Jesus and war against life’s problems each and every day, shoving it all beneath the surface, unseen by an indifferent glance.

I challenge you, before you jump to the conclusion that someone has revealed their horrible true colors, to truly contemplate things. Remember being around that person. Did he/she ever seem distant and distracted? When she smiled, did it reach her eyes? When he laughed, did he turn his face away to hide what he was truly feeling? Look for things that could indicate an internal struggle that could cause a “snap” when trouble rolled around. And of course, if he/she doesn’t personally know Jesus Christ, pray fervently for that person! Because even if those colors found that old luster they once had, only Christ can keep them shining and actually use them to paint a breathtaking masterpiece. And how he wants to make them into dazzling pieces of art, if they will only learn to love Him!

And that, my friends, is today’s food for thought. It’s looking at your circumstances through a different lense, assuming the good and doubting the bad. Of course, that can feel impossible when you’re dealing with a lot of hurt. It’s all a matter of deciding between bearing it alone, or giving it to God; putting on Christ by having a loving and forgiving spirit, just as He did amidst the hateful glares and scornful outbursts of a multitude who despised and rejected Him as He bled on a cross.

“But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.” 1 Peter 5:10

Your blogger friend,

Nellye Jane