Adventures of Dragon-Slaying

Adventures of Dragon-Slaying September 26, 2012


It’s been a very long time since I have felt this rejected.

Perhaps even as far back as high school. Or maybe it was that day in college when my roommate announced before God and a roomful of others that she hated that her parents’ taxes helped me get through college. (I went on my father’s GI Bill, given that he was dead and wasn’t going to be using it.) Yes. That was definitely a new personal low. I was so humiliated I was rendered speechless and you all know how rare that is for me.

They say that after a woman reaches a certain age she quits caring what other people think of her. For most of the women I know that’s somewhere between menopause and senility. I definitely fall into that age bracket so, technically, I should care less, not more, but I never did follow the trend, not in my whole entire life.

Ever since I have known me, I’ve taken the path that wasn’t even a path. I don’t follow. I don’t lead. I just walk head down through prickly grass into strong winds. I’ll admit it can be tiring as all get out. And lonely. That is the thing I hate the most. How lonely it can be to not follow the crowd and not to have the crowd follow you. But as someone once told me, dragon-slayers do not travel in packs. They go it alone.

Not that I am ever really alone. I’m not. I know that for sure. But sometimes, it can seem that way and this week in particular it feels that way.

I mean what is a woman like me supposed to do when she wakes up and learns she did not make it into the list of the Top 200 Most Influential Churchy Bloggers? Not that I stood a whore-at-a-revival chance of making that list, mind you. Only a few women did. Still, I write for an evangelical blog. You’d think I might have placed somewhere in the bottom 190s. But then slap-me-sideways, Ann Voskamp, who has more followers than Mitt Romney didn’t make the list either. Timothy Dalrymple takes a jab at explaining the convoluted analysis that went into compiling that list.

And if all that wasn’t bad enough news, I learned that I was left off the list for Christianity Today’s 50 Women to Watch issue.

Others places I’ve been overlooked include:

– Vogue’s Best Dressed

– New York Times Bestsellers

– Most Influential Women In TV list (Altho, Honey Boo Boo made the cut)

– AdAge Women Who Lead List 

– Forbes Most Powerful Women 
It’s unending, really, the number of lists I have not made, and me, already well into mid-life. But I didn’t want to deceive you. I don’t want you thinking more highly of me than you ought to. I’m not a person of influence. I’m nobody special.  Just an aging woman walking through prickly grass into a strong wind.

You are welcome to join me, here, but just keep in mind, I have very little to offer, except little adventure tales about dragon-slaying from time to time.









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  • Kris

    I know just how you feel, Karen.

  • James Williams

    Wow. That story really happen? The roommate and the GI Bill, I mean.
    I mean, how’d you look her in the eye after that?

  • What you do on here is just perfect. Who needs all that whoo-ha & “Look at me and how great I am” BS? You’re the greatest 🙂 You are a published author who has made a difference (for the better) in many people’s lives. So what if you’re a can of Schlitz Malt Liquor among the Cosmopolitans?

    • Oh, Gary, did you just compare me to a can of cheap beer? LOL.

      • Well, I was going to originally say Stroh’s, but Schlitz is a little bit classier. 🙂

  • You are on my top-everything list. You give me things to think and care about. I may not always agree but amid all those churchy bloggers, you are fresh air.

  • Please know you are one of my heroes! I’m learning all I can from you. Those lists stink. I don’t know who any of those folks are (who made it, ‘cept Rachel) …Nobody I knows reads any of them. It’s a crock. The blogs I read are places where people: writers and readers alike, are real and vulnerable and sometimes snot-crying, mad about evil still at work and sometimes deep-breathing, delighted about another’s growth or gain or their “I’m now good with this – terrible, horrible, brutifulness – God is working something wonderful here, somewhere, somehow.” The people I read pray for me, they read what I write in response and they encourage me to tell my story. And how do they tell me theirs? They tell it truthfully, as honestly as they can muster. It’s not all capitalized with certainty. They don’t tell me what to think or what to believe or what to do. There posts are not all punctuated with parallel applications I am meant to make. They just tell me their tales. They paint me a portrait of their dragons, personal pets and those that stalk us all. They show me their clawed scars and a tooth or two they took.

    • Oh, Kim, I should have told you all by now that one of the ways I know I am my mother’s least favorite children is that she asked me to take her 150 beast of a dog, named Poppy. I have a feeling that Poppy is Mama’s idea of payback. I got her a Thundervest tonight but not sure it is working yet.

  • john@pdx

    Screw them or don’t depending on your mood today. Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics. They didn’t ask me who I liked the most! My vote should have weighted you to #1

  • Um… could I just stay walking with you?

    Because that beat you’re marching too? It’s mine, friend:

    “Ever since I have known me, I’ve taken the path that wasn’t even a path. I don’t follow. I don’t lead. I just walk head down through prickly grass into strong winds. I’ll admit it can be tiring as all get out. And lonely.”

    You and me, girl. On the margins, on the fringe, on the edges — but we’ve got His hem and we’re just holding on to Him and this is the mattering part.

    Our God is the God of Hagar, the One who sees. Walking with you, Karen, straight into strong winds…

    • Thank you, Ann. And, yes, the God of Hagar, the One who sees everything, everyone… even in the high grasses.

  • sharon autenrieth

    It’s all relative, I suppose. I just hope you realize how hard it is for some of us to not envy the success you have as a writer. I’d give my eye teeth for it, myself, but apparently God has other, less public, uses for my writing and my eye teeth.

    • sharon autenrieth

      Sounds snide, as I reread it, but I don’t intend it that way. I just think you’ve done fabulously, list or no list.