Hi there, my name is Tonya.
I am a blogger.
I have a family.
And I feel feelings just like you do.
Believe it or not, that is because I am a real live, living, feeling, breathing person.
If I saw you at the store, I would smile and nod my head at you, in greeting.
I would do this, even if I know you are saying hateful things about me behind my back, because it’s the way I was raised. I would never want to hurt you like you hurt me.
You and I are probably more alike than you know:
I smack my alarm 3 times before I get up.
I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like you.
Sometimes I have to suck in and jump up and down to get them on, maybe you do that too. It’s ok, surely its just because we recently washed and dried them.
I turn around in the mirror, craning my neck to check the back of my shirt, to make sure it flatters, and not points to the flaws I am so aware of.
Sometimes I choke when I take a drink of my water and have to cough for 10 minutes afterwards.
Sometimes I spit when I talk. Man, I hate that.
I laugh too loud sometimes, but I do it with an overwhelming joy that bubbles from my heart.
I seem to always be running late, which is opposite of my tidy and organized personality.
I look through my purse for a phone, that is being held up to my ear, as I scramble to get us all out the door.
Sometimes I look in the rear view mirror at my precious ones, and my heart just overflows with love for them.
Sometimes I listen to the kids story CD’s in the car, even if it takes me 20 minutes of listening, before I remember that I am the only one in there.
I am a woman. I am a wife. I am a mother. I am a child of the King.
And I just also happen to be a blogger, too.
That means I sit behind a computer screen and share my life with you, the watching World. But that it doesn’t mean I am immune to your insults.
Your snarky comments.
People from all over, circling like vultures, pecking where we are most vulnerable. Coming back and forth from the blog to the forum, finding delicious tid-bits to share with the wolf pack.
Making strong statements of untruths based on quick skimmed reading. Circling my glass house, and picking every aspect of it apart, with glee.
I like what Jen Brook said, in her recent article:
“Internet trolls use their computers as a faceless tool to attack. Keyboard warriors come out from the cracks to point controversy in everything, and even those who would usually support a story built on its own merit, are hidden from the truth and therefore don’t understand it.
As humans, it is usually the case that what we don’t understand, is what we fear and therefore hate the most; attacking and branding concepts without a second thought for the creator or concept behind them.”
When we bloggers share our lives with you, we open up a part of our heart as well.
We blog because we love our readers. We love having the opportunity to share our joys and our sorrows, our triumphs and our tragedies, with you.
We are excited to come to our computers, and upload our photos to share a new recipe, a post we feel passionate about, or something funny that our child did that week.
We write new posts in our head all the time:
In the car, in the shower, on a bulletin at church, during an extra inspiring sermon.
We find joy and satisfaction in watching our blogs grow and blossom, like little babies learning to toddle, then walk on their own. Making new friends from across the globe, all connected by our stories. Our lives. Our blogs.
We are women. We are human. We mean well, please be nice.
Please bite your tongue if you can’t say something constructive.
Hi there. It’s me. The one behind the computer.
The one who spends many hours each week, lovingly preparing blog posts to share, hoping to inspire you, to encourage you, to make you smile.
I am so glad you are here.
Can’t we all just be friends?
To the bloggers out there:
Blog on, brave ones! We are called to share the light of Truth, and the louder the World protests our actions and words, the better we are doing for Christ. Always remembering, “In this World, but not Of.”
I know we are tempted to throw up thick skin for protection, to duck and cower and hide, to quit blogging even. But may we never lose a soft and tender heart for Christ underneath it all. May we never forget that first inner nudge that told us our job was to start a blog, and not just any blog, but one that glorifies Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
And the best thing you can do when you find a nasty forum about your blog, click the x and never return. They aren’t worth your time.