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Radio and a Revelation

cat with self esteemOkay, so last week was a very busy, very draining week. I was here in Grand Rapids, MI, mourning the death of our family matriarch, Auntie Margaret, separated from the remainder of my grieving family by thousands of miles… and missing them like I never thought possible. I was feeling nothing but the funk.

I was NOT inspired or ‘feelin’ it at all and felt a bit pressured to be radio-ready in less than an hour.
I am part of a group of fabulous women known as the FreedomGirl Sisterhood and we do a weekly blogtalk radio program, ‘FreedomGirl Sisterhood Radio’. These women are brilliant, godly, and are not easy to hide among. I’m sure the topic of the program, Self-Esteem and Self-Worth, had me heading for the doors, too! I just LOVE talking about self-esteem (sarcasm ON). Oh yeah. Pretty much any sort of touchy-feely, ‘look into my eyes and tell me how you love yourself’ moments are very uncomfortable for me and cause me to want to go sit in the corner and color in my adult coloring book. 
Anyway, on that gloomy day my friend and FreedomGirl Sisterhood radio co-hort, Shelly and I arrived at the recording studio. I quietly whined to her about how I felt like such a failure as a writer and how I’d probably never come up with another good idea for a book and that it’s all too hard, and blah blah blah… 
I never was able to finish my whining because I was rudely (just kidding!) interrupted by the head FreedomGirl, our fearless leader Pastor Dawn Scott Damon, who came bounding into the room. We were all headed out to do ministry related things after the recording, so we dove right in to the program. We did the open, then Dawn began teasing our topic before we opened it up and began sharing. 
Who knew that sitting right there in the first 10 minutes of recording the program that I was going to have a revelation!! Woo hoo! Isn’t it just like God to quietly step in to that place of void and insufficiency and cover us in the vulnerable moments? Seriously, people I have struggled my entire life with self-esteem/self-worth issues and I didn’t think I had anything to contribute to this radio show. 
But I listened intently as Dawn asked what the difference was between self-esteem and self-worth. Hmmm, I thought… that’s a good question. We batted that around a little bit as Dawn gave her answer. Her answer changed my entire perspective and gave me freedom to feel okay with liking who I am because of the way He sees me! Yay! 
Okay, so here’s my revelation:
Self esteem is pretty much performance based – the things that we do or say. Beginning when we are very young, our parents and caregivers teach us and esteem us when we demonstrate what we’ve learned. We are esteemed by those who work or study with us. We are held in high esteem in our churches and social circles. People really like us and what we do. It’s an ego thing. Self-esteem is really a circumstantial thing, in that its dependent on the accolades – which will eventually die down, and people will stop telling us that we’re fabulous…and eventually we’re left with just ourselves. Self-esteem is really a FEELING and oftentimes nothing more.

Oh, but self-WORTH… self-worth is based on only the TRUTH. Self-worth is really almost a foundational thing… a gut thing. A KNOWING that you and I are a worthwhile human being… that God made you and I and because of that ONE thing alone, we ARE truly worth it! Self-worth knows how to answer the door when doubt and confusion knock. They answer with the TRUTH  about WHO God says I am. That’s why its not circumstantial. Self-worth is based on TRUTH. And truth NEVER changes. Its always the same! Yay! 
Wow. There is freedom right here… truth is always freedom. I will tell you that doing radio that day was awesome. 
Listen to the podcast tonight at 8pm at www.blogtalkradio.com/freedomgirlsisterhood
and hear the FreedomGirls talk about the difference between self-esteem and self-worth.
Don’t miss it!


About 20 years ago, maybe longer, I played the part of the cowardly lion in our church’s version of the Wizard of Oz… called the Wisdom of God (or something like that).

cowardly lion
It was so much fun. Playing that part while one of my (best) friends (in the world) starred as Dorothy was such a hoot. To be frank, I don’t really remember much about it, except that it was fun! 

This morning I was sitting with two of my sister-friends as we prepared to record a radio show. We had breakfast and talked and laughed, and began to bat around our topic for the show:

Courage in a fast and ever changing world; courage and bravery in times of challenge (i.e., sickness, family conflict, death, loss of job, divorce, etc…), and what that looks like for a woman that is following Christ. 

Okay, so here’s the thing: I’ve pretty much spent my whole life being a big chicken. Yep, brave as I might have wanted to be – or at least looked like I was, I just wasn’t. I rarely took risks of any type, whether it was driving in the fast lane (or as I called it, the crazy driver lane) or buying a red onion instead of a yellow one. Risk was not my middle name, really, although it seems I’ve overlooked risk often when it has come to my physical health and well being. I have not been as conscientious with my health in my past as I am in my present. 
I have only recently chosen to participate as the primary caregiver in caring for my own spiritual, physical, and mental health. Because of my experience with CPTSD (complex post traumatic stress disorder), at times I just didn’t understand that I even had a choice about the simpler things like caring for myself. I am not talking about basic things. I knew the basics of self-care: shower, brush teeth, apply make-up (or as my Pastor, Dr. Richard K. Tanon would say, “paint the barn!”), and dressing myself. 
But beyond the basics, I didn’t care what I ate, what I drank, what I smoked, etc… you get the picture. 
I have most often stood on the sidelines, cheering others on asfearisaliar they move through life, but not really doing anything other than sticking my toe in the water to check the temperature. Fear kept me silently frozen in place. 
But today, right here and now, I’m ready to dive in heart first. I choose courage.
I choose to move and breathe and be courageous in my life. 
I will choose courage when my physical health is in a downward spiral, mostly due to my lifetime of unwise choices…. when my eyesight is failing and I’m not sure it can be saved. Courage.
I will choose courage when I am afraid. I will remember what He said to Joshua: ‘Be of GOOD COURAGE. Fear not…’
I will choose courage when I feel alone and abandoned. He cannot lie – so He will never leave me or forsake me. I can find courage in knowing that. 
Below are some of my favorite quotes about courage. I try to read something everyday that reminds me what it takes to be courageous. These help:
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.” 
“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” 
― Winston S. Churchill
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
― E.E. Cummings
“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.”
― Coco Chanel
“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.”
― Winston S. Churchill
“Bran thought about it. ‘Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?’
‘That is the only time a man can be brave,’ his father told him.”
― George R.R. MartinA Game of Thrones
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.” 
― William Faulkner
“A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.”
― William G.T. Shedd

I recognize courage now. I think I’ve seen it in so many ways in my world. For some, courage means laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. For others, it may involve giving up everything they have ever known, or everyone they  have ever loved – for the sake of Something Greater.

But sometimes it doesn’t…

Sometimes courage is nothing more than gritting your teeth through the pain and the grief and the work of living every day, and continuing the slow walk toward a better life.


THAT’s courage. 
“Have not I commanded you? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be you dismayed: for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

Listen to FreedomGirl Sisterhood Radio tonight at 8pm EST as we talk about COURAGE. Join Pastor & personal freedom coach Dawn Scott Damon & award winning author Shelly Beach as we catch up and share about what we think about when the word courage is used… what does it mean to you? What does it look like for a Christ follower?

What does courage look like to YOU?

Please post your reply below.

The Truth About Trauma: Raising Awareness for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

Please join my co-author, Shelly Beach and I, as we begin a Facebook campaign,

The Truth About Trauma:
Raising Awareness for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

What is it?

Its a campaign to raise awareness about post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), its symptoms, causes, and offer resources to help those suffering.


Many people associate PTSD with the mental health challenges faced by only those in the military when they return from combat. But according to the Sidran Institute for Traumatic StreLLFTE.best shot of bookss Advocacy and Education, approximately 8 percent of all adults will develop post-traumatic stress disorder during their lifetime.

Chances are that whoever you are, you or someone you know and love has been affected by trauma.


Beginning today, July 28, 2014, through Friday, August 1, 2014, join us, Shelly Beach and Wanda Sanchez, authors of Love Letters from the Edge: Meditations for Those Struggling with Brokenness, Trauma, and the Pain of Life, as we share our knowledge, experience, wisdom and stories this week. We will be conducting a give-away of our latest book, Love Letters from the Edge, as well as offering free downloadables, resources, information and encouragement.  

Go to the Facebook event page, The Truth About Trauma: Raising Awareness for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and click ‘join the event’ for your opportunity to chat with the authors of Love Letters from the Edge, win a free book, get free downloadables, infographics and a treasure trove of information on PTSD and related trauma issues.

There IS  hope! 

Broken Places: A View From the Other Side (Part 4 of 5)

And in that first phone conversation she wasn’t ready to tell me.

But whether implicitly or explicitly, one thing Wanda told me in our first conversation was that she was divesting of her possessions and giving them to the people she loved.

She had stopped working in an office with people she’d worked with for a decade – to live and work alone at home. Her family even called her “the hermit.”

She was terrorized by nightmares and flashbacks. Symptoms she’d suffered with for years were escalating.

And coping mechanisms that had helped her control
the pain of PTSD were no longer working.

Wanda believed she was broken beyond repair. But it was easy for me to see that everything about her made sense–that from the time she was a child, she had created a way to cope with the pain of her life. But the coping mechanisms were failing. They ALWAYS do.

The problem was, she’d already tried drug rehab programs, eating disorder clinics, counseling, therapy, and cried out to God for years for healing. She believed she was “unfixable.” And she’d had friends for ten years who had never seen her face and who only knew her through Internet relationships.

I wasn’t sure of anything – except one thing: God. I WAS sure that He is who He says He is… and that He loved Wanda more than any of us ever could. And that He was reaching out to her through… me!

In spite of all the efforts Wanda had made to address her PTSD, I believed Intensive Trauma Therapy in Morgantown, WV could help her. And not only help her, give her back her life. I believed God had put Wanda’s name in my head, picked three songs that told her story, and urged me to call her. Then a week before I called her, he made sure I knew about Allen, a young man who was healed of a lifetime of  struggle with PTSD at Intensive Trauma Therapy in just five days of outpatient treatment.

I figured God had set everything up in the first place,

and He had the details all figured out.


During that first visit, Wanda and I went to a public park and completed the intake forms for Intensive Trauma Therapy. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t pretty.

To be continued…