About Molly Jo

I’m a Christian. Writer. Chef. Believer. I live to love life, and write about it. I believe in words. Recipes are food for the soul. Stories are meant to be told. And I like to tell them. I am a writer.

Tromping Trolls

Tromping Trolls

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Tromping Trolls

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Tromping Trolls

Social media is one of those love-hate relationships. There’s a lot of good buzz it can create, but there’s also a bitter aftertaste if a troll decides to attack your territory.

It’s important to understand the difference between trolls and someone who just doesn’t like you. You have every right to delete inflammatory comments and keep peace on your pages, but be careful to not manipulate the system so you’re only seeing the sunny side of things. If a person voices their dislike, let them know it’s okay and different people have different views.

When those views, comments, reviews, and posts turn into hurt and hate, it’s time to tromp that troll!

What’s a troll? Well, they’re not those cute little dolls from the 80s. No, the trolls I’m talking about are people who actively seek out posts with the intent of posting, well, less than sweet comments. They start arguments, throw insults, and pretty much like to turn things sideways.

One of the ways you can conquer these little nuisances is to have a comment filter on your blog settings. These automatically search for words you’ve flagged as offensive or inappropriate. You may want to take it a step further and add a captcha filter. This requires the commenter to manually type numbers and/or letters they see in a small photo, to prove they’re not a robot or automated reply. On most social media sites, you can report inappropriate comments and block users.

Trolls can be hard to handle. It’s always a good idea to never respond. Even when you feel like defending yourself, clarifying your position, or just plain stopping the madness. Trolls feed off the chaos they create. If you stop responding to them, most of the time they’ll move on.

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It's Gonna Eat Me!

It’s Gonna Eat Me!

With some sweet tea, a spoonful of honey, and some heavy Army boots,

~ Happy writing.

Molly Jo

And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!

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Frankly, On Faith: Are You Addicted to Busyness?

Frankly, On Faith: Do All Things

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

Frankly, On Faith.

Frankly, On Faith.

So, just how busy are you?

Are you overwhelmed at times? In need of some “down” time? Is coffee more necessary than enjoyable? If your people had just three words to describe you, would “multi-tasker” be one of them?

Do you feel exhausted more often than not?

Yeah. I hear ya. Sometimes just breathing takes more effort than I want it to. This pesky life with its pesky chores at its pesky pace of lightning speed . . . Sometimes I just wanna scream.

You, too? Phew. Good. Thought I was alone for a minute.

Oh, not good that you’re going through it. Not even good that you understand. Because, really. Wouldn’t it be great if fewer people understood the chaos of a demand-it-now mentality? But still. I’m glad you’re in it with me.

So. Here we are. Holding on to the ropes as the sea churns a little more than it used to. Trying to keep our heads above the water more often than not.

And the storm comes and drops something else on us. Right? Another wave. Another hit. Another emergency.

It’s enough to make This Girl want to jump overboard.

But alas, I know all too well that even though the ride is rough, there’s better safety in the boat than out in the sea itself. So I stay. You stay. And we look at each other and say, “What are we even doing here?”

The high waves come and rock the boat, but then the seas calm, the sun comes out, and we’re happy to be warm and dry again.

And we can think clearly again.

 

He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.
~Mark 4:39, NIV

 

And it’s with a deep breath and clearer vision that we realize the Captain has been here all along. He’s the one who tethered us to the boat in the first place!

So we feel good about what we’ve overcome and we decide to take on more.

STOP. DOING. THAT.

Stop taking on more. Stop ignoring the peace He has gifted you. Stop being addicted to busyness.

Just be still.

In this moment, we can give ourselves permission to sit back and let Him navigate. All we have to do is row. All we have to do is let go our grip and let Him take over.

All we have to do is have faith that He will get us to our destination. And when the Son is out, it’s okay to relax and enjoy the view.

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With fair winds and following seas,
~Molly Jo

Frankly, On Faith: Are You Addicted to Busyness?

Frankly, On Faith: Are You Addicted to Busyness?

And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!