So it took me almost 2 months to read, but I finally finished reading Grace for the Good Girl by Emily P. Freeman. I read this as part of The Titus 2 Univversy. I must say this is a great book; one of the best I've read in a while The first thing I noticed was the cover: It made me think of Maya Angelou's I Know Why The Caged Bird Sing which I read in junior high. The idea of this story, if I remember correctly it's about how we can still feel free even in the midst of a life that seams anything but. Grace for the Good Girl brings up the issue of how "good girl" has been prompted to please everyone; be the best at everything you do. It reminds me that we are saved by grace, not by works. I grew up trying to be the ultimate "good girl" In fact my nick name in college was "Mother Teresa" or "MT" for short. I obtained this nick name because the first semester of my freshmen year I went to a retreat where the matter of church attendance came up. I said (and I'm sure I said it agronantly) that I ALWAYS went to church! Well, a mere 5 years later, I could no longer say that. In fact, I no longer belong to the same denomination. It wasn't that I felt like I was better than anyone else, it's just that truly felt that that was what you were suppose to m ;kado: You were suppose to go to church every Sunday; you were suppose to do you best at everything; you were suppose to be a "good girl"
I think a lot of this goes back to how I was raised, but more importantly was how I processed how I was raised. I was (am) sensitive person and I truly feel guilty when I do something wrong, even when it's an accident. I even feel guilty at times over my Ceberal Palsy; as if I can control it. This also incorporated what society and the world defines a "good girl." . The world concentrates and promotes perfection, it feels like you have an automatic strike on you back because you are different from the norm.
I think what I got most out of reading Grace for the Good Girl was that its OK that I'm not . God did not intend for me to be perfect and in fact its my imperfections that will draw me closer to Him.
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