That’s When I Got Weird and Giveaway Follow Up


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I want to thank each of you for honoring me with your powerful OVERCOMING stories. I wasn’t able to respond to each of you personally, and I am so sorry that not all of you could win. But trust me when I say that I cried over many of your entries, prayed over each of you and your loved ones, and felt like I made new friends. Please continue to share your stories and insights with me. I love to hear from you and would even love to share some of your brave words on the blog. And we’ll have more giveaways in the future.

Overcomer is available on amazon, ibooks, goodreads, and anywhere books are sold. And, let me know if you and a group of women are reading the book together. I’d love to join you for a skype or facetime session!

Now for today– a confession:

Conversations can get you into weird spaces. – Judah Smith

A while ago I joined a new Facebook group, which shall remain nameless. I’ll just say this: many old friends were a part of it and it was fun, initially, to reminisce about the past and talk about the old trouble we got into.

But that’s when I got weird.

I don’t know how to explain it, except to say that this group became like a seance, the channeling chant of a clairvoyant, and from somewhere buried deep within the remains of my soul, my fifteen-year-old self was summoned. Girlfriend pounced like a jack-in-the-box.

It was as if the past twenty years in which I’ve married and mothered, ministered and matured, no longer mattered. The resurrected teenager in me desperately wanted the approval of this group. So I began liking almost every comment on the page, even if I didn’t necessarily agree with it or find it amusing. I joined in with the others venting about life. (Some of which I meant, but wisdom usually keeps me from ever doing that online.) I was literally living the adult version of If all of your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?

Evidently I would.

After a few days of this, I finally attempted to regain some of that aforementioned wisdom. I went back through the conversational threads and deleted most of my comments, at least the flippant ones, and un-liked posts and memes I had previously liked. But then that action made me feel insecure—What if people think I’m wishy washy? So I’d repost or relike all over again.

Like I said, I got weird. Apparently when my teenage inadequacy and shame show up, they do so with flair. After a few days of this fickle behavior, I became angry. Even though I should be well beyond teenage drama, there remains a part of me that still needs the endorsement of certain crowds. I hate that those longings tend to impede my freedom and confidence in Christ—the freedom I have just to be who he created me to be.

Eventually, after enlisting my husband and friends to pray for me, I removed myself from the group. Which, admittedly, threw me into another round of anxiety: what will they think of me now that I’ve left? Not that anyone is paying that much attention. No one is thinking about me as much as I am.

I’m a few years away from turning forty, and have lived nearly four decades as a follower of Jesus. I know that if we’re not careful, our tendency is to create God in our image, and I never want to do that. But I’d be lying if I said there aren’t days when, even if it’s just for a little while, I need God not to be Great. Not to be Almighty. Not to be Immeasurable. Sometimes I need God to be my high school boyfriend. I need him to ride up to me on his skateboard, grab my hand, carry my backpack, and walk me home. I need him to tell me that he knows the real me.


I need him to hang out with me until dark and then talk with me under the stars for a while; rearrange them so they spell out something secret, something only the two of us understand. Something that reminds me, This insecure version of you that remains, I will never stop loving her. I’m overcoming her shame too. So don’t you give up on her.

I want to rest there, not forever, but just a bit. Under the stars, hand in hand with God and the fifteen-year-old in me that still needs some tender attending to now and then.

This week, if you need to, may you also find rest there – shamelessly.




  1. I too frustrate myself when I step back in those old shoes and pretend they fit. Self doubt is a stinky business. I am thankful I don’t live there but I do occasionally visit my younger self and am thankful all over again for God’s amazing love.

    Comment by Debbie B — October 12, 2015 @ 9:48 am

  2. Try being 50 something and suddenly single (please don’t), and you will really feel what it’s like to have that old self creep up now and then. That young self was so vibrant and fun, and a little bit dangerous. Just for a few short moments, how tempting it is to be that girl.

    With maturity comes wisdom and discretion; discernment. It’s a trade off for the fun crazy days. You don’t want to lose the grace of maturity for the frivolity of youth; but it is tempting if just for a few short moments.

    I hope to read your book. Will it be in the CF library?

    Comment by Deborah — October 12, 2015 @ 12:05 pm

  3. I received my book today from Amazon and am already on chapter 6. I absolutely love it! The title is what captured my attention, Overcomer!, which is why I orders it. I had no idea it was about shame, and that my shame identity is what’s holding me back, keeping me stuck. Thank you for your vulnerability, insight, research and encouragement into healing the shame! I will recommend this book to all my women friends! No one should be alone in their shame! Thanks! And, bless you. Praying for you and your health.

    Comment by Kelly — October 30, 2015 @ 12:27 am

  4. I’m so glad you’re reading and enjoying! I’ll be praying for you as you read- that you’d hear from God! Blessings!

    Comment by Aubrey Travis Sampson — October 30, 2015 @ 6:50 am

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