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Beauty. Fashion. Faith.

Welcome to my blog. I document my experiences, impressions and tips in beauty, fashion, The World, God and more. Feel free to stick around for as long as you like. Hope you have a nice stay! Nikki x

Who Are We Listening To? //

Who Are We Listening To? //

First thing in the morning when I rise, God embraces me in His grace that is sufficient. He reminds me of Who He is and who I am in Him. I then armour up in truth, for I also know that without question, the moment I rise, flaming arrows of deceit and attacks of darkness are coming. The battle is real, whether I’m ready for it or not.

My phone lights up with notifications and as many of us do, I almost immediately grab it. I go straight to social media, already knowing full well before the page loads that not all of my notifications are ones that anyone would be hoping or expecting to see. After all, I post countless pictures, captions, blog posts and tweets about Jesus. I post vulnerably and unapologetically- in the best and most expressive way I know how.

Along with all of these posts come the comments, the opinions, the hate.

The comments say that my words make them lose hope in humanity.
The comments say that my eyebrows look like awkward caterpillars and that my nose is too big.
The comments. They ring loud and clear that I am brainwashed and that my faith is a fairytale.
The perverted and disrespectful words sting and hurt.
The comments say that I am crazy odd, and that I need to tone it down a little and that I love Jesus a little too much that it’s weird.


People are often tagging other people for simply the gratification of laughing at me together.
I have been called an “annoying religious ”, “cringy”, “repulsive”, and many other hate-filled words, words that I didn’t even know existed until I had been called them.

But, when I switch to realness and vulnerability and don’t mention Jesus, the nature of these comments don’t change.
I could say anything in the english dictionary and there would still be opinions.
The comments say that I need to choke.
The comments say I don’t need to live anymore. They mock. They bully. They laugh. They poke.
Like stones, they aim and throw a comment here and a comment there to see how they can make me fall.

Sometimes, I wonder if the writers of these comments realise that there actually is another person on the other side of the screen. Another heart reading these words that have so much potential to tear apart. I have found myself sometimes looking in the mirror with all of the comments racing through my head, and wow…it would be so effortless to believe them, and sometimes in my human feelings, I momentarily do. Sometimes, even knowing that God is receiving the glory for it, I can’t help but cry because joy doesn’t always look like a smile.

I know that at this point, unfortunately this behaviour is expected of our society online.
And now I know what you’re thinking… Nikki, why do you continue to post? Why put in effort to creatively cultivate and arrange and post all of this content?
I began to ask myself the same question. Is it worth it?

But here’s the reason I keep going:
Yes- I might get notifications full of these hateful words, but I have already been notified of God’s Word!
My phone may light up with notifications devaluing my identity, but it came too late because before the beginning of time, my God spoke light into my identity. In the morning when I rose, God notified me with Who He is and who I am in Him already. This morning when I rose, I armoured up in truth. Therefore, anything that comes my way that does not align with His Word, I speak truth over it. How is it possible that I can do this even when thousands of notifications come packed with rudeness and wickedness?

BECAUSE I HAVE ALREADY BEEN NOTIFIED AND APPROVED!

When I read the comments that I am not pretty, or my eyebrows look like caterpillars, or my nose is too big, I back it up really quick, and take note of what voice that is coming from.

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I remember the comment of my God that declares I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

I am made in His image.

I am “the head and not the tail, I am the top and not the bottom”

I am “all together beautiful, beautiful in every way and “enthralling in the eyes of the Lord.”

I am the apple of God’s eye. I am His masterpiece.

I am clothed in strength and dignity.

I am chosen, holy, and dearly loved.

I am His treasure, called by name and filled with a greater joy.

I remember that I have already received the notification from God that “I don’t have to fear or be dismayed, because He is with me and He is my God, and He will strengthen me and help me and uphold me with His righteous right hand”. I remember that I have already been notified that “I am not here for the approval of people, but of God”. I have already been notified that I am made without shame and because “the Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear?” I am reminded that I am the salt of the earth and the light of the world.

The notification that “the Lord is my Shepherd and I lack no good thing” rings louder. He rejoices over me with louder singing, and quiets the storm of doubt in my heart with His love that never fails. I am squeezed on all sides, but not crushed, never crushed because His hope is an anchor firm and secure in me. The notifications of the world still come and advance against me, I will even then be confident because my identity is not in the fickleness of society, but the foundation of truth.

If I allow what people say to determine how I act and decide who I am, well first of all social media will kick me to the ground within a heartbeat, but also I will be inconsistent and never become all that God designed me to be. If I fall into believing that I have to have every person like me, thinking that this is what “keeping the peace” means, in actuality I am allowing the enemy to rob the peace within myself.

Hurt people hurt other people, and people are not my enemy. Those who send comments of discouragement and mockery don’t know how loved they are yet. What an amazing opportunity to love! This has in the past been a super hard one for me, but it totally IS possible. When I began to see myself the way that God sees me, I couldn’t help but see others the way that He sees others.

Jesus had every right and reason to quit on us and to give up on us, and not love us because of how we turn from Him and choose darkness instead of light, but He didn’t. And because Jesus didn’t give up on me when He had every right to, I will not give up on people, especially those who give me every right and reason to.

The world tells us to love those who love us back, but to hate our enemies, but very truly Jesus tells us to love our enemies. To pray for those who persecute us, and to bless those who curse us.


Jesus said that if the world hates you, remember that it hated Him first.


He also gives me the strength to continue speaking His notification and validation over the very ones who notified me with lies.


So, I continue to rise in the morning…for there are still hearts that don’t know how loved they are.
That in itself empowers my heart to press on. I rejoice being counted worthy to suffer for the Name that commented His approval on my heart before time began. WOW! This makes my heart smile bigger than my face can. I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me, including being the original Nikki Jane Darrell that God made me to be!

I can smile, dance, love and sing, and keep on posting fearlessly and keep on speaking life and keep on writing because I have already been notified, and He has sent me to notify others.

So, my question for you today is: What comments are you listening to? Who should you be listening to?

Love, N. x

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