Thoughts on Girl, Wash Your Face 1

This has been on my mind for some time and when I came across this article it was such a relief to see that I wasn’t the only one out there feeling this way about such a highly-acclaimed book. While I watched countless friends, celebrities, etc. tout this book I heard my heart telling me no.

I open up this can of worms only because there’s more to the story of “becoming who you were meant to be” and I think many of you may relate.
Over the years I “let my life subtly turn into a performance” (as Jennie Allen says in Nothing to Prove and as I wrote about here), constantly striving, white knuckling, and pretending, thinking my freedom would be found in finally proving to myself and to the world that I was important, in control, liked, happy, and enough. I can tell you that I read every self-help book, tried every form of therapy, took countless medications and tried alllllll the “self-care” only to come up empty every time.
It wasn’t until reading Counterfeit Gods by Timothy Keller, that I finally heard and understood that I didn’t need to do “some great thing” to heal myself of my sense of inadequacy or give my life meaning,  for God to love me, or to “prove myself” to anyone.
Unfortunately, I found Girl, Wash Your Face to only perpetuate the lie that my happiness, my success, my everything was up to me. As the article says, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that’s very good news. Jesus offers us true joy and peace, but only after we realize that we are not the center of our own lives and we are no longer in charge.”
And that is where true freedom lies! As the author says, “That means I am not a failure—even if I never lose the baby weight (my “baby” is seven—don’t judge). Even if I never successfully complete a diet. Even if I have a bad day and yell at my kids. Even if I never reach my financial goals or climb the ladder at my dream job. Even if my life consists of nothing more than living in quiet and humble service to God.”
My biggest fear in life used to be mediocrity and I hear that cry in Hollis’ voice. These days I’m more into pursuing Jesus than my own success and riches and I’m actually pretty excited to see how things get turned upside down.

Redeeming Joy 3

“…accidentally, I’d let my life subtly turn into a performance.”

Nothing to Prove, Jennie Allen

In light of the recent suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain, I read an article that said, “Rather than pathologizing the despair and emotional suffering that is a rational response to a culture that values people based on ever-escalating financial and personal achievements, we should acknowledge that something is very wrong. We should stop telling people who yearn for a deeper meaning in life that they have an illness or need therapy. Instead, we need to help people craft lives that are more meaningful and built on a firmer foundation than personal success.”

This very point hit me like a ton of bricks just a few months ago after reading Counterfeit Gods by Timothy Keller. Something stole my joy and I was determined to pinpoint the culprit. Before finding the book, I had reached my own emotional rock bottom. I went to my former Dr., a complete mess of tears and postpartum hormones in total desperation and was put on a new anti-depressant (for the umpteenth time, and after saying I would NEVER do it again). One of the side-effects was “suicidal thoughts” and for the first time in my life, that actually crossed my mind. I cried out to God and begged him to give me the resources I needed to get off the medicine and finally find the root cause of my mental illness (more on that later). *I realize medicine can be a lifesaver for some and am not downplaying that. *

After finding physical and emotional healing, I pursued my spiritual journey in a deeper way and Counterfeit Gods landed in my lap.

For the first time I really heard and understood that I didn’t need to do “some great thing” to heal myself of my sense of inadequacy or give my life meaning,  for God to love me, or to “prove myself” to anyone.


My whole life had been built on doing “some great thing” (I just didn’t know what it was yet). My whole life was in constant pursuit for that great thing and I longed for it as if it were a long-lost lover.

In reading that book, I realized I had become addicted to success and achievement, yet I wasn’t any happier. No matter where I put my hope, it was never enough and it was always a disappointment.










None of it could really satisfy me. As Keller says, “It’s not that you should try to love these things LESS, but that you should know and love God more.”

It finally hit me that no matter how much success I achieved, it couldn’t deliver the satisfaction I was looking for. No matter how much money I made, or promotions I received, I still felt like an impostor on the inside. It wasn’t until I read Counterfeit Gods that the truth sunk in….I don’t need to come to God (or peers, or family or even myself) saying, “Look at all I’ve done or all I’ve suffered.”

We can’t redeem ourselves through our own pursuits and relationships because we are already redeemed. I don’t want my self worth dependent on my career, success, money, relationships, or looks….I want to be FREE.

The enemy tells me that my freedom can only be found in finally proving to myself and the world that I am important. I am in control. I am liked, happy, and enough. (Nothing to Prove)

The more I grasp the gospel, the less power these things have over me. I still fall short DAILY (hourly even) but this conviction has been planted in my heart for a reason and I’m excited to keep pursuing it. Faith in the gospel restructures everything…our motivations, our heart, our self-understanding, our identity, our view of the world. Striving was stealing my joy and I am on a hot pursuit to get it back.

So, what does that look like in my world?

It means stepping back from social media. Stepping back a bit from some of my business ventures until I can find a way to work without letting it consume me. Taking a break from my constant need to learn, and DO.  Resting in God, His word, and surrounding myself with trusted friends who will hold me accountable. Fixing my eyes on Jesus instead of myself. Setting up constant reminders that I HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE.

As Allen says, “Maybe the ones who recognize they don’t measure up, are the very ones the God of the universe picks to move wildly in and through?”

Jesus doesn’t need me to be strong. And neither does my mom, my dad, my kids, my husband, my pastor or my friends. As a good friend recently shared, “There is POWER in our humility.”

Salvation is received through my weakness, not my strength, my success, my achievements, or my own “awesomeness.”

I have a feeling that simply recognizing this pressure, this need for performance, these “counterfeit Gods,” may be the first step to not only healing, and redeeming our own joy, but our culture as a whole.


Finding Rest

It feels more apparent now than ever that our world is a messed up, broken place.

Walking into a movie theater, mall, sporting event and even church can give me the heebie-jeebies, constantly turning my head to see each new person who enters and make sure they aren’t toting a gun. This is not normal. This is not how it should be. But I’ve so easily crept into the behaviors that it’s starting to feel natural.

There have been many nights that I’ve laid in bed for sometimes hours, wide awake, fearful of all the horrible possibilities of random tragedies that could occur even in my small town, no amount of self-talk able to get me to sleep.

I have made the mistake of watching the news before bed and been awoken several times with nightmares of guns, terror and violence.

As my pastor said in his last message (Redemption Songs, Pt. 2: The Benedictus), every day we are met with another tragedy. Evil is running rampant in our world and it makes us scared. In our fear we clamp down. We want it stamped out. We think we can eliminate the threat and stay safe, but what keeps us up at night is knowing deep down that we can’t. History says that we can’t educate sin out of people and we can’t destroy evil permanently. The longing that we have for safety is good and natural, but ultimately, it can only be found fulfilled in Jesus.

As a control freak, I admit that this makes me crazy.

But as a Christian, there is good news.

Paul says in Col. 2 that on the cross Jesus didn’t just atone for sin, but as he hung there, rejected by both heaven and earth, he also defeated evil.

He took the worst that evil could dish out—he bore death, and then he defeated it.

As my pastor said, “Our hope for a world or peace, safety and security is not more legislation, it’s not closed borders, it’s not less guns or more guns. Our hope is in a savior that has already defeated death, who has  given those who have faith in him that same victory–that death cannot permanently touch us–and has promised to come again to be the one to put evil down fully and finally.”

As we approach our next election with debates and campaigning, I will remember that as a Christian, I need not put my hope in a stronger ruler.

Our king has come and defeated our greatest enemies and he will come again.

I have to rest in this or I may never sleep again.