Lost and Found: Finding Hope in the Detours of Life

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Don't let your past keep you from a full future.

Like every girl, Sarah Jakes dreamed of a life full of love, laughter, and happy endings. But her dreams changed dramatically when she became pregnant at age thirteen, a reality only compounded by the fact that her father, Bishop T.D. Jakes, was one of the most influential megachurch pastors in the nation. As a teen mom and a high-profile preacher's kid, her road was lonely. She was shunned at school, gossiped about at church. And...

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Overview

Don't let your past keep you from a full future.

Like every girl, Sarah Jakes dreamed of a life full of love, laughter, and happy endings. But her dreams changed dramatically when she became pregnant at age thirteen, a reality only compounded by the fact that her father, Bishop T.D. Jakes, was one of the most influential megachurch pastors in the nation. As a teen mom and a high-profile preacher's kid, her road was lonely. She was shunned at school, gossiped about at church. And a few years later, when a fairy-tale marriage ended in a spiral of hurt and rejection, she could have let her pain dictate her future.

Instead, she found herself surrounded by a God she'd given up on, crashing headlong with Him into a destiny she'd never dreamed of. Sarah's captivating story, unflinchingly honest and deeply vulnerable, is a vivid reminder that God can turn even the deepest pain into His perfection.

More than a memoir, Lost and Found offers hope and encouragement. Perhaps you, like Sarah, find yourself wandering the detours of life. Regardless of how lost you feel, you, too, can be found.

"This is the gushing geyser of truth that may very well ignite your dreams to flourish as you encounter what God does with a child whose parents' prayers are answered in her response to His sovereign call."
--Bishop T.D. Jakes

"I had no idea what I was in for when I picked up Lost and Found: Finding Hope in the Detours of Life. The sophomore book project of Sarah Jakes, the younger daughter of Bishop T.D. and First Lady Serita Jakes, this tasteful tell-all is not an airing of dirty laundry so popular in a day of social media call-outs, social media blasts, and general overexposure, but rather a true tale of woe and recovery thanks to the ever-astounding grace of God.

Lost and Found is laced with detours and rest stops which provide the reader with several life lessons that Sarah learned along the way and happily as well as heavily shares with the reader.

Women of all sorts, stations, and ages will be able to connect to this story. Whether teen mom or struggling single mother, women in troubled marriages or ladies in the public eye, as well as that girl who just doesn't seem to fit in will all be able to benefit from Lost and Found.

There were moments in reading Lost and Found that I was heart-warmingly happy, jaw-droppingly shocked, confused, saddened, angered, and a maze of other emotions. In short, I was able to feel what Sarah felt as she wrote the book. There were several situations Sarah shared that I could relate to and and I think the story of Lost and Found is universally relatable.

In reading Lost and Found, you begin to understand we are never meant to fit in. Despite the pressures from peers and society in general, none of us are meant to fit it. God has created each of us with divine purpose in mind and if we take enough detours from the expected highway(s) of life, then we are sure to 'stumble' upon God's divine
purpose for our lives." --Gospel Today

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03/10/2014
Sarah Jakes (Colliding with Destiny), the daughter of pastor and author T.D. Jakes, who founded the megachurch Potter’s House in Dallas, has penned a well-structured if unpolished memoir. Jakes is the divorced mother of two children who had her first child at 14 and a second child while married to an unfaithful football player who played briefly for the National Football League. The wisdom Jakes has gleaned from her experiences belies her youth, though a lack of maturity is apparent in writing that leans heavily on clichés that dull the impact of some of her more resonant observations. For instance, she refers often to fairy tales and princesses; reaching for trite phrases, she writes about drowning and being in too deep The stress and scrutiny of being a Jakes daughter haunts her each time she takes a wayward turn, but eventually, her parents and prayer are what lead this prodigal daughter home. Her father writes a proud foreword. (Apr.)
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"This is the gushing geyser of truth that may very well ignite your dreams to flourish as you encounter what God does with a child whose parents' prayers are answered in her response to His sovereign call."
--Bishop T.D. Jakes
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780764212093
  • Publisher: Bethany House Publishers
  • Publication date: 4/1/2014
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 33,970
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Sarah Jakes oversees the women's ministry at The Potter's House of Dallas, the church led by her parents, Bishop T.D. Jakes and Mrs. Serita Jakes. She regularly blogs at sarahjakes.com and occasionally serves as a TV host on The Potter's Touch. Sarah is a mom of two and lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Learn more about her and her ministry at sarahjakes.com.
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LOST & FOUND

Finding HOPE in the Detours of Life


By SARAH D. JAKES

Bethany House Publishers

Copyright © 2014 Sarah D. Jakes, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7642-1209-3



CHAPTER 1

Growing Up Jakes


OVER THIRTY YEARS ago my parents, T.D. and Serita Jakes, started a ministry that catapulted our lives onto a platform none of us could have ever imagined. In 2001, Time featured my father on the cover and labeled him "The Next Billy Graham." For many years now, our church, The Potter's House in Dallas, Texas, has remained one of the fastest-growing churches in the nation. With over thirty-five thousand members and four locations, the church has grown from fifty families to thousands of families within sixteen years.

My parents have also written bestselling books, spoken before crowds larger than the population of our hometown, and produced award-winning plays and movies. My father has won Grammy Awards and has been honored by the NAACP. Oprah has dined at our house, and Aretha Franklin has performed for my dad's ministry. My parents have traveled the world, from Africa to Arkansas to Australia, preaching and empowering people with a message of hope. I've been privileged to experience most of these milestones with them.

But it all started slowly and quietly, at least for me, before taking on a life of its own. I spent the first eight years of my life in Charleston, West Virginia. It's certainly not New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, or Dallas, but it was the first and only version of a "city" I knew. Driving a few minutes in any direction from Charleston would take you into neighborhoods where people would greet you like family and offer to assist you with directions. It was a city with a small-town feel.

We hardly ever went anywhere in our town where my parents didn't see someone they knew "way back when." There are very few strangers in West Virginia. To this day, if my father or mother learns someone they've met is from their native state, they ask questions about whom they're related to. Whether we were in a restaurant or attending a meeting, they would find two or three degrees of separation between them and their fellow West Virginian.

Everyone in school knew who we were, the Jakes kids, but our classmates never asked many questions about our family or the work they did. Their parents probably knew ours or they knew someone else who knew us. We weren't famous or anything, just familiar. There was something comfortably secure about being known—again, that sense of being in a small-town community that appreciated its own. I felt safe.

My childhood in Charleston wasn't like living in Mayberry, but it was a special time. I remember church trips with sweet potato pies and deviled eggs, barbecued chicken and banana pudding. The men and women of our church became aunts and uncles. They would tell our parents if they caught us kids misbehaving or give us our favorite candy when they saw us round the corner. When we ran through the church between services, someone would grab us and tell us to slow down. No one considered this overstepping a boundary. They were just the village that was helping to raise us.


My sister, Cora, is only eleven months and twenty-nine days older than I am. Her birthday is July 19, mine is July 17. I suspect we figured out the math for purely selfish reasons: I wanted to prove that she really wasn't that much older than I, and she wanted to assure me that even if it was a minute, older is older.

We were in the same grade and class for most of our lives. While we would sometimes get mad and argue like sisters do, we were also a formidable team together. You see, siblings are usually either adversaries or partners in crime. Whether dialing 9-1-1 on the alarm system when playing house or swinging on doors as budding gymnasts, Cora and I managed to have quite a bit of fun. Unfortunately, that fun almost always ended in trouble. You might think we would've learned our lesson after a few times, but to this day we can't resist a good adventure.

Interestingly enough, my parents were hardly ever amused by our shenanigans. One time my sister and I grew tired of keeping one another busy with our homemade games and decided to go outside to play. After running around the yard awhile, I convinced Cora that we should drive our parents' car. Of course, I meant we should pretend to drive, but as we sat in the car, the idea of actually driving seemed way more exciting.

The next thing I knew, my sister handed me the keys. I turned them the same way I had observed my mother and father doing it hundreds of times before. When I shifted into gear, we immediately rolled down the hill, taking out a few trash cans and a mailbox or two along our street. Thankfully, that incident didn't result in any other casualties. Turns out that rolling down the hill in our parents' Lincoln wasn't what we should have been afraid of. The true fear should have been of their reaction!

Needless to say, Cora and I got in trouble. At the time we must have felt really misunderstood about the entire situation, because we concocted a plan. Funny how one mistake sometimes leads to another. Our plan for revenge was inspired by one of our favorite movies at the time, Mrs. Doubtfire.

Released in 1993, the film revolves around a married couple who decide to separate. In an effort to spend more time with his children, the father, portrayed by Robin Williams, secures a job as his children's nanny by dressing as a much older woman. In full regalia, his character transforms from a fun-loving, somewhat reckless dad into a frumpy, wise, and wisecracking caretaker. With his alter ego's help, he soon finds the perfect balance of responsibility and excitement.

Finding the balance was not easy, though. In one of the scenes, he has to punish his children and forces them to clean the entire house from top to bottom while he ("she") sits on the couch with a glass of lemonade and a newspaper. This scene inspired Cora and me in the aftermath of our little joyride.

We decided that we would tell our teacher that our mother was abusing us in the same way Mrs. Doubtfire punished the children in our favorite film. Yes, our mother was making us use harsh chemicals and do backbreaking work while she sat on the couch enjoying lemonade and watching television. In hindsight, I'm not exactly sure what we thought would happen by telling that story on our mom, but somehow we were sure we'd be vindicated. Thankfully, West Virginia was the kind of place where it wasn't difficult to investigate the credibility of such a claim.

Our teacher did not believe us. She knew too well our family and our parents' ministry. Truth be told, she may have even been distantly related to us.

Needless to say, she destroyed our foolproof plan and had a good laugh with our mother about such a crazy scheme. We, on the other hand, found ourselves in even deeper trouble.

I laugh about it now and appreciate the way this incident reminds me of a simpler, more innocent time. This was the beauty of West Virginia. It didn't take a lot of work to find the heart and intentions of the people you interacted with each and every day. They were good people.


My father once said that family is love's gymnasium. I instantly knew it was true. We learn how differently people show their love in their relationships with family. Since we're so close in age, my sister and I have always been a pair who shared a special bond. People always thought she and I were the twins in our family. But our brothers Jamar and Jermaine are the actual twins. Eight years our senior, they hardly ever ran in the same circles as Cora and I or our younger brother, Dexter. But no matter the differences in our ages, through the ups and downs of one another's lives, all five of us learned to hold on to one another.

When I was a child, Jamar, older than Jermaine by twenty-eight minutes, represented everything I thought an adult was supposed to be. He was never visibly shaken, rarely seemed out of control, and always knew the right thing to do. If there was an emergency—say, Cora and I locked ourselves out of the house—we knew to call Jamar. He could get us out of trouble and back to Mom and Dad without a problem.

Those characteristics were also why we thought he was mean. He was always so serious and responsible, so protective over us. At the time, we thought he didn't want us to have any fun. As we matured, we learned he was trying to save us from trouble. We interpret things so differently after the scars teach us. We could have been spared many time-outs, spankings, and other troubles had we just listened to Jamar.

For Jamar, love means having your back, especially when you don't have it yourself. He can't bear to watch idly as someone he loves struggles. And while he often shies away from the stage our life brings, it's not because he's without talent. He could easily set the world on fire with the display of just one of his gifts. He's loyal to the cause and courageously resists the pressure to evolve before his own timing.

When we were looking for bedtime stories, gut-busting jokes, or a safe place from the monsters beneath our bed, we went to Jermaine. His love is infectious. A beautiful writer, Maine, as we call him, has always been sensitive to the power of words as well as silence. He's careful with what he says and never hesitates to apologize if he's offended anyone. His heart is constantly in the right place, probably on his sleeve unless he's already given you the shirt off his back.

Jermaine, much like my mother, has always been sensitive to the feelings of others. There's this thing about growing up in a large family: When you get in trouble, everyone in the house knows it. What's so bad about that? Well, all of those family members have friends, and then their friends know you're in trouble. Guess what makes it better? Those friends go to your church and have friends whom they tell, too. By the time your news has traveled all around home, church, and school, you're in need of just one friend. That was Jermaine. I suspect that he inherited a gene from our mom that made him naturally want to hug us after we got in trouble.

I was the baby of my family for six years, one of the best times in my life. Then there was Hawaii. My youngest brother, Dexter, arrived and stole my spotlight. After I got over the no-longer-the-baby blues, Dexter became my ally. Cora and I didn't always get along, you see. She often wanted to watch Saved by the Bell, while I wanted to watch The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Whenever she and I argued about such life-changing decisions, I brought in Dexter to break the tie. Even though he was my baby brother, I never shooed him away or made him feel like his thoughts weren't valuable. I tried to be the perfect combination of what I loved most about Jamar and Jermaine.

Dexter, quickly too tall to be called my little brother, has always found a safe place talking to me. I take my role as his big sister very seriously. I spent many years looking out for him. Whether it was helping him with his homework or going on McDonald's runs, I made sure he knew that, even though he didn't have a sibling close in age, it didn't mean he didn't have a sibling close. The more he matured, the more he reciprocated in our relationship. He's fiercely protective of his big sister. There's hardly anything more in life that I want than for him to succeed.

Moving to Dallas changed many things about our family, but the core of our values and relationships remained centered on our love for one another. And we would need those bonds because we were all about to be tested.


"Girls," my father said as he looked at Cora and me. We were about eight and nine at the time. "Your mother and I have something exciting to share with you." They asked us to stop playing and come and sit with them. We wondered what we'd done now, because we knew something was up.

Our mother sat beside us on the brown sofa in our living room, suppressing a smile. Something like change was in the air, the feeling we would have at Christmas that something wonderful was about to happen, a gift about to be given. My thoughts raced through possibilities: Were we getting a puppy? Or moving to a new house? Or going to have another brother or sister? Or ...?

"We believe the Lord is calling us to move the church to Dallas," my father said, managing to sound both enthusiastic and calm at the same time. "So we will be moving there soon."

"That's in Texas," our mother added, finally allowing her smile to bloom.

Cora and I looked at each other with bulging eyes and childish grins. We had no idea what it meant to move to Dallas, That's-in-Texas, but it sure sounded exciting. Cowboys and horses and open prairies and all the Wild West stuff we had only seen on TV galloped through my mind.

Our parents went on to explain that a number of other families from the church, about fifty, would be moving with us. I probably couldn't have even pointed out Dallas on a map, but we were all so excited. Sure enough, we would get to see actual cowboys with boots and hats. Texas might as well have been a foreign country. Yes, our move would be an adventure, just not one my young mind could fully comprehend.

Always the planner and provider, our father went before us to find a home. While we were sad to leave Charleston, there was something that just felt right about moving to Dallas. When we finally boarded the plane to leave West Virginia, Cora and I were thinking of what our new room would look like and how many laps we could run through the new church before tiring out.

Within minutes of being in Texas air, we knew everything would be different. Their side roads looked like major highways compared with where we were from. And Texas highways looked like giant jigsaw puzzles, with bridges and overpasses spanning as far as the eye could see. People seemed to be everywhere, buzzing here and there, from suburb to suburb—each one like a small city. Strip malls were everywhere, along with lots of construction. Where were all the cowboys?

To say there was some culture shock is putting it mildly. The year we moved to Dallas, 1996, the state of West Virginia had a population of 1.8 million. Texas's population was 19 million. At that time there were over 1,400 reported murders in Texas—more than twenty times West Virginia's 69 cases. Certainly Texas is a much larger state than West Virginia, but having spent our parents' entire pastorate in our hometown, how could we have known the issues would be so drastically different from our norm?

Once we spent a few days getting settled and adjusting to a Texas summer (heat that took my breath away), our first Sunday rolled around. It would be our first time introducing new local members to our preexisting church family. It would be the first time our family would be interacting with new people in a long time. Even as a child, I could sense that this moment was incredibly important.

When that Sunday arrived, my siblings and I were swarmed by anxious children wanting to meet us, their new church family. Literally hundreds of children came running toward us, and instantly we knew that we were far from Charleston. They were so warm and friendly, but it was still a little overwhelming. I think people just wanted to know who we were, what we looked like, what type of personalities and funny accents we had brought with us from West Virginia.

The feeling was mutual, though, because we wanted to get to know them. We were dying to know what happened to the cowboys, horses, and tumbleweeds. Instantly, we had all of these friends who just wanted to get to know more about us and our family. It seemed quite harmless at that age. We weren't concerned with determining people's intentions. It never dawned on us that people might not care about who we were on the inside and instead be more concerned with how successful we appeared and how they could position themselves close to us.

Something was beginning to shift—in me, in our family, in the ministry—although at the time I wasn't sure what it was. Later that evening when we sat down for dinner, I overheard my parents recapping their first Sunday at The Potter's House. Fifteen hundred people joined the church that day.

Most of our new church family had already been following the ministry from their homes. Many had tuned in to see this dynamic young minister, T.D. Jakes, preaching at a conference called Azusa, a contemporary spiritual gathering which honored the Azusa Street Revival that had begun in Los Angeles around 1906. From speaking at Azusa, my father soon became a mainstay on the Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN). He also started publishing books that became bestsellers.

I wish there was one distinct moment when I could tell you the church went from fifteen hundred to over thirty-six thousand, but from my young eyes all of it was so big. Since an early age, I've never understood why some people criticized the size of our church. Were we supposed to put a limit on how many souls could be saved? I used to laugh at the idea of putting up a Closed sign on the main entrance to the sanctuary. I wonder what critics would have thought about that! Were we supposed to turn the people away?


(Continues...)

Excerpted from LOST & FOUND by SARAH D. JAKES. Copyright © 2014 Sarah D. Jakes, LLC. Excerpted by permission of Bethany House Publishers.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Foreword by Bishop T.D. Jakes, 9,
Introduction: Getting Lost, 15,
1. Growing Up Jakes, 21,
2. New Worlds, 47,
3. Motherhood, 67,
4. Blueprint for the Future, 87,
5. Complications, 103,
6. Constellations, 119,
7. Stripped, 133,
8. Wedding Bells, 151,
9. The Honeymoon's Over, 169,
10. Playing Games, 185,
11. Every Ending Is a New Beginning, 203,
12. Grace on My Shoulder, 219,
Conclusion: Being Found, 229,

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  • Posted May 2, 2014

      "Are we not all just flesh, bones, hearts and spirits sea

      "Are we not all just flesh, bones, hearts and spirits searching for a purpose greater than ourselves?' 




    "Can you stop being afraid of the thunder long enough to feel the rain?" 




    "I wonder how different things would be if we gave people the room to be who God created them to be and not what we want or need?" 




    "We have to be buried so that we can be rooted before emerging into the world. No one can grow your roots for you. But you get to decide whether your darkest moments become the death of you or the roots in you." 




    "Why do we so often try to push the car ourselves (uphill!) when God offers to rebuild the engine?" 




    I am so glad that Sarah Jakes has told her own story. Like most of us, she was afraid that her own road had been so rough that nobody else could relate. Sarah had to learn her own value and revel in freely given grace before she could talk about herself and what she's learning in life. 
    One thing is certain, God is using this woman in a powerful way.




    Sarah tells us about her family-  the fierce, protective love, the continual giving when she felt like she wasn't worthy of anything, and the wise counsel they shared without pushing too hard. Mr. and Mrs. Jakes also understood the difference between a hurting child and a rebellious one.
    I think that's a major problem in our world: we confuse the two. We punish/shun a child that is only seeking peace and acceptance to begin with, all because their behavior doesn't live up to our expectations. Every teenage girl deserves a family who will support her and embrace her as whole person, no matter what, the way the Jakes did with Sarah. 




    I also really admire the way Sarah writes. She says a lot of hit-the-nail-on-the-head memorable things about grace, life purpose, and keeping on in the tough times. Those quotes that I began the review with are just a sampling. If she ever thought that she had nothing important to say, or that she couldn't say it so that it would touch somebody, she was wrong.  Even if your family/background/past experiences are very little like hers, I don't see how a woman couldn't identify with her story, because it's ultimately the story of being Lost and Found. 
    And who hasn't been lost, often over and over, and who isn't secretly deep-down inside wanting to be found? 




    I read this book in one day. I recommend it to all teenage girls, and to any woman who's hidden part of herself because she fears judgement. 








    Thank you Bethany House for my review copy. 

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 15, 2014

    There are some books that when you finish them you close them th

    There are some books that when you finish them you close them thinking that was the best book you have ever read in your life. Lost and Found: Finding Hope in the Detours of Life by Sarah Jakes is not one of those books.

    I am appalled that it even got published. It was the worst book I have ever read in my entire life.

    Sarah Jakes spent the majority of the book describing why she made the terrible choices she made, but giving no hope or help to anyone who might find themselves in similar situations. On page 85 she did mention Jesus, but that was the ONLY time that she ever did mention him. She spent the book instead of reminding us that we have a Savior who died for us complaining about why her life was so terrible.

    Sarah went on and on and on and on about her thoughts and analogies. Oh my goodness I don't even care that you happened to see stars in the sky one day and thought that you might have your life finally figured out! You didn't! But you didn't point that out, did you? NO! You tried to make yourself look like someone to be pitied over and over and over and over. I wanted to scream, "I DON'T CARE!" You go into tiny bits of detail to make it seem like you are almost gossiping, but not quite. Oh no, this isn't gossip, it is just me telling you my story which SO NEEDS TO BE TOLD (sarcasm).

    On page 146 she says, "So why share this with you?" and that was the same question I had when I finished the book. Why in the WORLD did she share this? It is not helpful. It is not inspiring.

    The back cover of the book says, "Regardless of how lost you feel, you, too can be found." That's right, Mommy and Daddy have a job waiting for you when your pro-football playing husband dumps you because isn't that the life that all people lead? Doesn't everyone get to pick up the pieces with money and fame from writing a terrible book that didn't even deserve to be written? But don't worry, Sarah is sure that God has great prosperity waiting for you even after you squander your life with bad choice after bad choice.

    For many single mothers life is not that easy. They can't just have mom and dad foot the bill of college and daycare. They can't come back home and get a job at Daddy's company.

    Sarah does have something in common with everyone else on the planet, but sadly it is a thing that she forgot to mention in her book. CHRIST! She forgot to tell us that He died for us that through that death and resurrection that we can have forgiveness of sins and life everlasting; that this gift is given to us in our baptism. When we screw up over and over and over like Sarah, like me, like everyone, we shouldn't find our hope in a hug from mom and dad because that isn't enough. Hugs don't wash sins away. Talking to friends doesn't wash sins away. Finding a job and a place to call home does not wash away sins. Baptism does.

    Sarah, put down your pen. Find yourself a faithful church that preaches Christ crucified.

    And for those looking for a book to read...umm, don't pick this one.

    This book was given to me by Bethany Publishing House in exchange for my honest review.

    4 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2014

    Awesome and Inspirational!!

    Awesome and Inspirational!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2014

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    Sarah Jakes has lived an interesting life. This is a remarkable

    Sarah Jakes has lived an interesting life. This is a remarkable story of faith. I really enjoyed it.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 11, 2014

    As the daughter of well-known preacher, T.D. Jakes, Sarah Jakes

    As the daughter of well-known preacher, T.D. Jakes, Sarah Jakes was raised in the church with Biblical values but her world was shaken when she discovered she was pregnant at 13 years old.  This discovery was the beginning of her struggles to define herself and find her niche in the world.  I would put this book in the category of biographical and not instructional.  Ms. Jakes describes her journey into adulthood and does not teach about how to be found.  I particularly liked Ms. Jakes writing style and her use of analogies. She has themes such as love and God’s grace that she carries throughout the book, making it consistent and well connected.  I thought she was very real and authentic, willing to share some very embarrassing moments.  These moments were ones I could relate to, not necessarily an exact match but the emotion behind the situation, such as the regret, anger or shame.  She was very articulate in explaining what it was like living in that state of being lost.  I admired her drive and desire to want more from life.  Whenever she had a set back, she managed to move forward and continue to live.  As I was reading, I was cheering her on and desiring to see her make better choices. She had quite a few bits of wisdom and some good insights.  Here are few of my favorites:

    “We’re all one heartbreak away from bitterness and one bad decision away from calamity.”

    “He became an incredible distraction from my struggles.  The more I worked on him, the less time I had to focus on what was wrong with me”

    “One detour doesn’t cancel our destination.”

    “So often we look for Him to calm the storms of our lives.  But there are times when the storm can’t go away because we need the rain.”

    “When God chooses to trust us with grace, it’s because He believes that we’re capable of doing things better than we did before.”

    I have already recommended this book to a friend and would recommend it to anyone else who knows someone who is lost.  However, I would not recommend it to someone looking for an instructional book on how to find one’s way. 

    I received a copy of this book from Bethany House Publishers in exchange for an honest review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2014

    This is one of those book reviews that I want to begin with a, &

    This is one of those book reviews that I want to begin with a, "WOW!" I can promise you that I am not kidding about that. Lost and Found: Finding Hope in the Detours of Life was a story that I found to be extremely raw, outrageously bold, and very, very real, in the best of ways.

    Sarah Jakes story was remarkable. It's a story that I honestly knew nothing about. I cannot imagine the pressure that she felt. Being a PK is an experience within itself, but to be front and center in the public eye while trying to figure out who you are and what you should be about, that's something. Add to that the typical and atypical bumps and bruises of love, life, family, friendship, and faith. This young woman offered a unique perspective on how to find understanding and hope even in and through the most difficult of hardships.

    There was really so much within the pages of this book. There was vulnerability, truth, encouragement, and inspiration. Jakes did not hide behind an image. She did not make excuses. She confessed her mistakes and imparted a wisdom and maturity that can only come through experience, time, and fellowship with the Savior. Her words were powerful and unwavering.

    If you want to see what a modern-day prodigal story looks like, then read Sarah's story. You won't regret it.

    Rating: 5/5
    Recommend: Yes
    Options: Perfect for women's and YA ministries, ideal for book club, resource for church library

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  • Posted May 21, 2014

    This book was amazing! I absolutely love the way Sarah Jakes too

    This book was amazing! I absolutely love the way Sarah Jakes took the details of her life and laid them all out to show that no matter what troubles, trials and tribulations we are going through, God will always be there and will always lead us out

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