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Thursday, October 29

chapter 1: Trying to be good enough

Hi friends…

As promised here is the first chapter of my book, “Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl.” I pray this stirs your heart closer to Jesus today. And I don’t say that as the plastic Christian thing to say. I really do pray you won’t walk away unchanged.

Remember, if you post a review over at Amazon by clicking here, e-mail Holly@Proverbs31.org and you’ll qualify for a free conference call Q&A; that I’ll be doing in November.

Also, I’m giving away some more signed books today. Just click on the word comments below and leave your name and e-mail address or blog link if you’re a blogger.

If you win, you’ll win one for you to keep and one to give to your women’s ministry director at your church. Maybe she’d want to do as an upcoming Bible study at your church.

The DVD curriculum will be releasing December 28th in time for January Bible Studies.

Now… here’s chapter 1:

Trying to Be Good Enough

I’m not sure when I first felt I wasn’t good enough, but my earliest stinging memory of it happened while tumbling about a skating rink full of elementary school kids.

I was a fifth grader wrapped in a less-than-desirable package. My mind’s eye could see gorgeous possibilities for my frizzy brown hair and buck teeth. If only my mother would let me dye my hair blonde and get it professionally straightened, if only I could convince my dentist to replace my crooked teeth with gleaming false ones perfectly sized and aligned, my world would be wonderful.

The boys would start sending me notes with little boxes for me to check yes or no. I would be confident and fulfilled.

But my mother had neither the money nor the vision for my plan. So, there I sat watching the cute boys couple skating with the cute girls while Rick Springfield’s smooth but edgy voice belted out “Jessie’s Girl.” (And for those of you who are wondering who in the world Rick Springfield is, I am so sad you missed out on the delight called ’80s music.)

I fidgeted with the laces on my skates hoping to send a very clear message: the only reason I wasn’t couple skating was that I had a slight equipment malfunction. But in my heart, a false perception was cutting deeper and deeper into my soul with every beat of the Rick Springfield song.

The false perception was rooted in this one flawed thought: You, Lysa, are not acceptable the way you are.

Have you ever let that flawed self-perception negatively affect you? It sent me into an identity crisis as my mind swirled with possible solutions: Since you aren’t acceptable, you must find some things upon which to hitch your identity. Since it is not possible for you to be “Lysa, the cute girl,” you must become something else.

“Lysa, the smart girl.”
Or maybe “Lysa, the responsible girl.”
“Lysa, the rebel.”

“Lysa, the good friend.”
“Lysa, the dork.”
“Lysa, the student body president.”
“Lysa, the loser.”

Lost in a flood of thoughts, I saw these labels less and less like opportunities and more and more like prison cells. People label and categorize so they can define who fits where and with whom, but I had neither the spiritual depth nor the mental maturity to break free.

So trying to become more acceptable, more worthy, more lovable became my pattern, and worrying about what others thought of me a consuming, often condemning way of doing life. Their opinions were my measuring stick by which to answer the question, “Who am I?”

Lost in Labels

Eventually the frizzy-haired, buck-toothed girl grew into a young woman. Braces had fixed the teeth. And “the bigger, the better” styles of the ’80s proved kind to people with hair like mine. I had boys asking me out and, thanks to a silly pop culture book called The Official Preppy Handbook, I figured out my own version of being cool.

Life was finally lining up as I had always dreamed it would.

Only I still didn’t feel secure in who I was. The things I tried to do to define my identity kept shifting. I was someone’s girlfriend, but then we would break up. I was a good student, but then I’d make a bad grade. I was responsible, but then I pulled a stupid stunt and wrecked my car.

Who I thought I was one day fell apart the next.

On top of my adolescent issues, I also was haunted by hurts from my childhood. When I was eight years old, a man who was like a grandfather sexually abused me over a period of three years.

Then, when I was eleven, my father walked out on my mother, my sister, and me. I felt totally abandoned. My parents wound up divorcing, and my mom was forced to work two jobs to try to make ends meet. These events left me completely lost.

Desperate to help my sister and me, one Sunday my mom announced we’d be adding a little churchgoing to our life’s equation. So, with a dress and a Bible we headed off to the large, white-steepled building.

I liked the idea of having a religion and having the rules of the Christian game so clearly laid out before me. It was like God was a vending machine. I put in what was required, and then He was supposed to give me what rule-following-people deserved. As long as I kept up my end of the deal, God would bless me.

I became “Lysa, the good girl.”

Life settled a bit. My mom eventually got remarried to a wonderful man who loved me and my sister as his own. They decided to have more children, which completely thrilled the entrepreneurial spirit within me. Babysitting jobs abounded, and my parents paid well.

M
y sister and I welcomed a sister a few days after my fifteenth birthday. Then another sister was born the day of my senior prom. I got all dressed in my long black gown, fixed my hair extra big, donned a rhinestone necklace, slipped a flower corsage around my wrist, then headed to the maternity ward to greet my mom and my newest baby sister.


What a great pre-prom activity, if you know what I mean.

We got off the elevator right at the nursery window and peeked in at all those products of love.

I’ll never forget seeing Haley for the first time. She had beautiful, big, blue eyes and black hair curling in every direction. I loved each of my sisters, but the minute I saw Haley my heart melted as never before. Maybe it was because I was eighteen and technically old enough to be her mother. Certainly the summer that followed found me toting Haley around as if she were my very own.

Soon it was time to pack up and head for college. I said my goodbyes, lingering a little longer over Haley. With my trusty electric-blue Firebird packed to the brim, and my parents following closely behind, we made the eight-hour trip to my new home away from home.

I saw college as the chance to completely reinvent who I was. No one there knew of my nerdy past, my absent father, the horrendous abuse, or my lack of a skating partner in the fifth grade. So I became what I thought would bring me great fulfillment and happiness: “Lysa, the popular sorority girl dating the popular football player.”

At last I had it all.

I had love and beauty, popularity and success, freedom and a plan for my future. Oh yes, and I had my religion.

The Failure of Religion

Then one night I got a call from my mom that changed everything. Her urgent tone made my pulse race and my hands shake. Haley was sick. Very sick.

I drove through the night, and by the time I got to the hospital, Haley was in the intensive care unit. My parents had been told that her liver was failing, and she would not survive without a transplant.

I kicked into high gear making deals with God. That’s what religious people do, I reasoned. I’ll be better. I’ll follow the rules more closely. I’ll be kinder. I’ll give more to the church. I’ll attend more regularly. I’ll sacrifice whatever You require, God … just save my sister.

Haley was transferred to a children’s hospital in another state, where shortly thereafter she received a new liver. She made it through the first scary, post-surgery days and soon seemed to be completely on the mend. God was answering my prayers!

Since summer had arrived again, I was able to spend quite a bit of time with Haley as she recuperated. Weeks passed, Haley grew stronger every day, and the time came for me to head back to college for my sophomore year.

I remember well my last night in the hospital with her. Wanting to memorize all of her features, I let my eyes trace every detail. I kissed her chubby cheeks, her small, cold feet. I placed my finger against her hand and watched as each of her fingers curled around mine.

And I prayed more deals with God. Deals that involved me getting to have many more nights to rock her and sing lullabies in the dark.

Then it was time to go. With one last promise to visit real soon, I returned to my college life.

Back at school, I called my mom every morning to ask how Haley was doing. Her progress continued. I was keeping up my end of the bargain with God, and He was keeping His. Religion was indeed a fine addition to my life.

But my view of religion and rule-following and making deals with God shattered two weeks afterward. I’d called my mom as usual that morning to ask about Haley. My mom was silent. Not understanding, I asked the question again … and again.

Finally, in a voice so slight I could barely hear her, she whispered, “Haley is finally all better, Lysa. She went to be with Jesus this morning.”

Anger I never knew existed erupted from some deep place within me. Life’s unfairness strained against my religious perceptions and the dam of my soul burst wide open.

I snapped.

With my fist raised toward heaven, I vowed I would never love God, serve God, or believe in God again. I had tried to be good enough to earn His love but just as my earthly daddy had done, I felt as though my heavenly Father just turned away. Lysa, the good girl would no longer be my identity.

My flawed ideas of God would only let me love Him when He did good things. I couldn’t compute how He could have let Haley die. Other heartbreaking things had happened in my life, but this was different. The other things I’d been through were caused by flawed people. But Haley’s death couldn’t be pinned on a person. God had allowed it.

He heard my cries. He watched me promise her everything would be okay as I sang her those lullabies. He saw her pain. And He just let her die? I could not sort through this and find anything that made sense.

At Haley’s funeral, I remember mentally closing my heart off to God, letting my hurt and disillusionment take over. The thought that I wasn’t good enough was more than just a feeling. It had become the filter through which I processed life.

My daddy couldn’t love me.

God couldn’t love me.

I was desperate to be loved.

So I found men who told me they loved me.

The thought that I wasn’t good enough was more than just a feeling. It had become the filter through which I processed life.

Until then, I’d saved myself for marriage. It was a religious rule I’d carefully followed. But my bitterness toward God numbed my conscience and helped pave the way for rejecting many of my religious convictions.

Life became a wild party full of temporary moments of happiness. The deeper I sank into this lifestyle, the more desperate I felt. It wasn’t long before I found myself sitting in an abortion clinic realizing I’d made a terrible mess of my life.

Now I was Lysa, the girl who walked away from God and had an abortion. I went home that day horrified at who I’d become.

My Bible Friend

Ironically, at this time when I was so very far from God, I
had a close friend who loved the Lord with every fiber of her being. I not so affectionately referred to as my “Bible friend,” because she got on my nerves with her constant Scripture quoting.


No matter what issue someone had, she was ready with a verse to help. Have a headache? She had a verse for that. Break up with your boyfriend? She had a verse for that too.

I would have dreams of her chasing me around ready to whack me on the head with her very large Bible.But something about her made me want to remain friends with her.

Though her Scripture quoting could be annoying, something about it was endearing, the purest form of honesty. In addition, she modeled what it meant to live the Word and not just quote it. There was a stark difference between religion as I understood it and what she called her relationship with God.

Though she had no idea of the junk I was dealing with, she was tenderly responsive to God’s promptings. One especially dark and tearful day, I received a card from her.

It would have been my due date. The day I would have been welcoming a new life into the world was filled with feelings of death, darkness, and hopelessness. I knew as soon as I saw the handwriting what would be in store for me if I opened the envelope … another Bible verse.

Sure enough, Jeremiah 29:11 was beautifully scripted across the front of the card: “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

I wanted to toss the card aside, but something kept me focused on that verse. I read it over and over again. It was as if my name had been inserted there. “Lysa, for I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, Lysa. Plans to give you, Lysa, a hope and a future.”

How could this be? This statement stood in such stark contrast to my flawed perception of being identified by my circumstances. This verse painted a possibility that the God of the universe loved me not for what I did right but simply because I was His. A child for whom He had great things planned. I didn’t have to be the child of a broken parent; I could be a child of God.

In that moment I didn’t know how to properly accept Jesus. I didn’t know the right Scriptures to turn to. Even if I did have a list of verses to pray through, I wouldn’t have been able to find them in the Bible.

I didn’t have all the answers, and I knew for certain I had not been “good enough.” But something deep in my soul was stirring with assurance that this message was from God Himself and His words in this verse were truth.

Even an atheistic heart like mine couldn’t run from this truth.

When God made me, He left His mark deep inside. His fingerprints covered my soul, no wonder His truth resonated within me. I simply couldn’t deny it. There was just a one word I knew must be uttered in response to the God of the universe, pausing in this moment just for me.
“Yes.”

Wrapped in that yes was the acknowledgment that God did exist, that He loved me, and that I wanted Him—not a religion—in my life in a way I’d never had before. I wanted so much more with God.

It would take me many years to completely define and understand everything that yes meant.

We’ll get to more of my story as this book unfolds. But the initial yes was a step toward God. A step out of the darkness that blinded me. A step toward the light of truth. A step toward my true identity that wouldn’t shift or fall apart under life’s strains. A step toward becoming Lysa, a fulfilled child of the one true God.

Interestingly enough, the rest of that verse shook my soul to attention: “Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart” (Jeremiah 29:12–13).

The words “I will listen to you” and “you will find me” made God seem so personal, so touchable, so interested in a relationship with me. Me? The child of a father who didn’t want me or love me is loved and wanted by the mightiest of Kings, the Lord of all Lords, the God of the universe, my heavenly Father!

Beyond the Christian Checklist

Learning to seek God with all of your heart is what I hope you are inspired to do as you move forward. Seeking with all of your heart requires more than just the routine Christian good girl
checklist:

Pray.
Read the Bible.
Do a Bible study.
Go to church.
Be nice.
Don’t hold a grudge against boys who didn’t ask you to couple skate in the fifth grade.

Okay, well maybe that last one is just my issue. But you catch my drift.

Seeking with all of your heart requires more than just the routine Christian good girl checklist.
I want my life with Jesus to be fulfilling. I want my beliefs to work no matter what life throws at me. I want to be so certain of God’s presence that I never feel like I have to face anything in my own strength or rely on my own perspectives.


My strength will weaken during hard times. My perspectives get skewed by my emotions.


I want total security no matter what happens. In other words, I want my relationship with Jesus to be enough to keep me sane and together and still fully devoted. Is this possible? True fulfillment no matter what?

Fulfillment means to be completely satisfied. How might our lives look if we were so filled with God’s truths we could let go of the pain of our past, not get tripped up by the troubles of today, or consumed by worries about tomorrow?

Sound impossible? It is impossible when we try to make it happen on our own by doing more good Bible study girl things. Praying, reading the Bible, doing another Bible study, going to church, and being nice are wonderful and necessary.

But just going through the motions of these activities will not in and of themselves fill our souls. They must be done with the great expectation and heart cry for God to lead us into a deeper and more life-changing connection with Him.

Ask a group of Christian women what makes them feel fulfilled and chances are they’ll answer you with things that they do. But true fulfillment is never fo
und in seeking to do enough, be enough, have enough, know enough, or accomplish enough.


“Enough” is elusive, always just slightly out of reach. Many of us know this, but still we continue the same patterns of trying to be good Bible study girls—hoping that if we do it long enough, fulfillment will somehow fall within our grasp.

It is my prayer that reading this book will help you to discover two things:

(1) a more meaningful connection with God, and

(2) a truer fulfillment from letting your relationship with Him transform every area of your life.

Though it may seem a pretty lofty goal, will you pray for them with me: “God, will you help me to have a deeper connection with You and find truer fulfillment as You transform every area of my life. That is the cry and desire of my heart.”

You might even want to add these four simple requests that go right alongside having a deeper connection with God:

God, I want to see You.
God, I want to hear You.
God, I want to know You.
So that, I can follow hard after You every day.

I originally wrote that prayer in my book What Happens When Women Say Yes to God, but I think it is worth carrying over here. It will help us daily set our hearts and minds in the right place as we not only read this book but start to live its truths.

Colossians 3:1–2 encourages us, “Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.”

Setting our hearts and our minds on God and letting His truths change us, rearrange us, and redirect us will help us not just to know the message of Christ—but to live it out!

And with that wonderful assurance, we are off.

Do you happen to have any Rick Springfield songs downloaded on your Ipod that we could play as we continue on our journey?

Discussion

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    Totally awesome :)

    -Kate :)

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    I am really looking forward to reading the rest of your new book!

    Jan
    stollie@netsync.net

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    Anonymous says:

    Lysa, I did not want to stop reading! I want a copy of your book. However I would really love to have one that you have personally signed:-) I definitely want a deeper connection with the Lord and I love that prayer. That is what it is all about.
    Angela T. Ramsey
    angela@shelby.net

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    Lysa, you inspire me in your books! Thank you for believing in yourself and sharing the gift God has given you with us. I would love to read your book!

    Emily
    emilyfleener@gmail.com

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    DLTerry04@gmail.com says:

    Lysa, I ordered your book and received it a few days ago, I can tell you it has already made a big difference in my walk with Christ. I was hardly able to put the book down, and after praying for God to help me see him and understand the meaning he intends for me through the bible scriptures, it has really made a great difference. The only way I can describe it is that the stories I am reading example when you had us read about David. I connected in a way I never had, and it just seem to come alive. I thank God first, but I definitely thank you for writing this book. I would love to have some extra copies to pass around.

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    Would love a copy..THanks so much!

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    Anonymous says:

    I'd love it if I won, but if I don't, I'll be purchasing it or putting it on my Christmas wish list. Loved the first chapter. THanks for all you do!

    Cathy T

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    Lysa, I think of you often, and pray for your ministry. Jeremiah also touched my life significantly many years ago. (during some significant marital strife) I hold onto those verses now as we are struggling with our business and the economy. I too would love to read your book.

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    Anonymous says:

    Lysa, Your book sounds like a winner! Today I thought I'd be dragging myself through the day, but I decided to change things around, and bring it all before Christ. I was listening to the enemy speak his lies, when I decided to make an effort to turn it all over to Jesus. God is so good. My day is ending alot better than it began. (1Tim 6.6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.) This verse I keep in front of my computer. I feel remarkably light-hearted tonite. God bless you always. – P

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    Anonymous says:

    Wow! This was awesome! I am thinking of starting a women's Bible Study at my church and this would be a super place to start! I would love an opportunity to preview the book on my own before leading a study.

    Rebecca
    drechahn@frontiernet.net

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    I could tell you that I'm at a crossroads and am trying to figure out what God wants me to do or I could tell you that I am constantly feeling like I'm not good enough. Instead, I'll say "Thanks! I'll be taking you (in book form) to Cancun with me!" God bless you!

  13. 263

    I love the first chapter and can't wait to get the book and read the rest. Thank you!

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    Anonymous says:

    Loved reading this chapter, none of us are good enough, thankfully He is. Blessings, Amy
    imasapp@gmail.com

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    Lysa-
    Thank you for sharing your story, and your book, with us. Looking forward to getting and reading the rest of it.
    Don't know if that last comment about Rick Springfield songs was part of the chapter from your book or part of your post or just a rhetorical question, but that brought back memories for me – my absolute favorite of his songs was "An Affair of the Heart". I don't even remember what the words were but I loved the music. And how apropriate is this title?! This is what I hope to develop with Jesus thru the reading of your book!!!
    susan (sybur0903@yahoo.com)

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    Lysa,
    I've heard your story many times now, and yet I never tire of reading the work God has done in your heart.

    Thanks for the opportunity to win a copy of your book.

    Nancy S.

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    All I can say is WOW Lysa, what an awesome testimony of God's grace, authority, power and peace in our lives. Thank you for being so obedient and transparent. I pray that God will continue to bless you in your ministry and know that so many people will come closer to HIM from being in contact with you. Carry on dear sister and may God bring you much success with your latest endeavor. Peace & blessings.

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    Anonymous says:

    julie
    jh6132@yahoo.com

    Great first chapter, I want to read the whole book. Bits sounded like my life.

    The skating reminded me of my teen years in the 70's only instead of Rick Springfield, it was Michael Jackson and "Ben." The couples skated and I just watched.

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    Anonymous says:

    I would love a copy of your book

    Annette Nydegger
    417 Greenacres Drive
    Crawfordsville, IN 47933

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    LOVE it….LOVE you….want the book. :0)

    Kim Paolillo
    http://www.tryingtopleasehim.blogspot.com
    god_rocks97@yahoo.com

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    Hi Lysa, Thanks for sharing the first chapter. From reading it, it seems like it would be a great follow on Bible study for the one we're currently doing now. May the Lord bless you as you share His Word!
    Blessings in Christ–
    Shonda
    shonda@engraftedbygrace.com

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    I'd love one for myself and one for another lady who needs encouragement over the loss of her husband!

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    I really enjoyed reading that. I think your book will really help me. Thanks for the opportunity to read some of it. I htink it would make an awesome group study at our church.

    God bless you & your ministry.
    Kelly

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    Love to read the book and would be happy to do a review as well, I just can't swing purchasing right now. It's on my Christmas List. Thanks for the chance to win it!

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    Love to read the book and would be happy to do a review as well, I just can't swing purchasing right now. It's on my Christmas List. Thanks for the chance to win it!

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    Anonymous says:

    Bless you and thank you, Lysa, for sharing your story. I would love to receive your book. :)
    Ashley
    larkinhome@mac.com

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    Oh Lysa, this may be your best book yet! Little did I know with a title like that. But I am finding more and more of my Christian friends are the good little Bible study girls. And then they get so worn out doing all the "good things for God" and missing out on His best.

    Lysa, I've been learning so much since I last saw you in Phoenix. My trials have caused me to cling to the Lord and not any relationship. I choose each day to trust Him and grow closer to Him. Then when I lay it ALL down, He can use me. He works in me and through me for His purposes. And in the process, I get to participate. How cool is that?

    Hugs to you and may many read this book.

    Debbie

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    Hi Lysa,
    Just waiting for my book to arrive. I just loved your other book "When Women Say YES to GOD". I know I will enjoy this one as well. I love your honesty and heart..

    Patricia from Burlington
    pat.ellis@cogeco.ca

  29. 279

    I can't wait to read the rest of this book; I am that "good Bible study girl". I would love to have a copy of this for my Bible study group.

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    There is no denying God made himself personal to you. He began a transformation in you with His Word. He says it will not return void. They will complete the assignment He gave them! Praise God. Your book sounds great. Thank you.
    Lynne

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    Lysa, This is where I am today. To be happy with who God made me and to understand that God is the only one who can fulfill my every need. I have led a very blessed life and all too often I forget that God is the reason for everything . . , He is working out his plans for me. He is my reason to hope in something greater than this world.

  32. 282

    Beautiful! Thanks! New Follower, one of the leaders of a Mom's Bible study at my church, would love a copy! THANKS!

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    Anonymous says:

    Thank you for posting such personal, intimate stuff. It's a blessing to be reminded that God loves us!

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    Anonymous says:

    Would love an autographed copy! Was just talking to my gf about which of your books to read first. :-)

    Becky

    threeluvbugs4me@yahoo.com

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    Hi Lysa, What an Awesome read, Gods will be done. Would love to have your book to do study. God bless

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    Anonymous says:

    Love your books.
    Cindy
    dejong_cindy@hotmail.com

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    Gracious Lordy, did you really just say that you will have a DVD Bible study coming out? YIPEE!! I am going to have to grab that for my ladies class. We just finished this past Thursday a study using your book What Happens When Women Say Yes to God & everyone loved your book. They will be so excited to do this new one too. Thank you Lysa!

    Jennifer

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    WOW! What a compelling first chapter! Can't wait to read the whole book!