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What if you knew all the moments of my past that I am not proud of? What if you really knew me, the messy parts that I’ve hoped to forget and worked hard to conceal? For so long, my greatest fear was what you might think of me if you only knew the whole story. It’s exhausting, this guarding of our stories and struggles. Fear of being found out had caused me to hide—but I wasn’t just covering my flaws, I was unintentionally blocking the beauty of God’s grace. My journey to real freedom began when I quit running from my mess and started trusting Jesus to make something beautiful of it. This book is that story. It’s stepping out of shame and insecurity into gospel freedom. It’s letting God turn our failures and frailties into testimonies of His faithfulness. I’ve discovered that when we quit hiding, God gets the glory and we are able to fully embrace not only our relationship with Him, but also with one another. Transparency brings freedom, and in every moment, we'll find that God can absolutely be trusted.
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About the Author
Jamie Ivey believes in women and wants big things for them. She wants them to know and believe their worth in this world and to the Father. Through her podcast, The Happy Hour with Jamie Ivey, she uses a raw and intimate approach to connect with her audience. Jamie’s prayer and hope is for God to use her words to encourage and show others that they are not alone, while constantly pointing them to Jesus. Jamie and her husband, Aaron, worship pastor at The Austin Stone Community Church, live in Austin, Texas with their four kids and two dogs.
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Permission to Be Real
If the table in our backyard could talk, it would share some of the best stories.
Our friend Steven made this table for us. It fits six on a regular night and, don't worry, we can fit eight around when needed. The wood is worn now. There are places where years of wear and tear have chipped away at its surface. The chairs that go around it are a bunch of ragtag rescues from Goodwill. Nothing fancy, and nothing matching.
We call it our Commonfolk Table.
And for a while it was the only table in our backyard, which meant just about everything we did back there happened around it. Steven always says, "A shared table is a shared life," and, gosh, is he right about that.
We've held so many celebrations around that table. We hosted an engagement party for our friends Brett and Lindsey around that table. When our friend Drew proposed to his girlfriend, he did it in our backyard at that table. When we rejoiced over the coming arrival of baby Norah with her parents, Kyle and Annie, it happened at that table. I don't know how many family dinners and Fourth of July parties have centered around that table, but more than I could even begin to count. We've also broken the bread of Communion many times around that table.
I truly love that table.
But we've also mourned and lamented around that table. Tears have been shed around that table. We've sat around that table while one of our dear friends confessed their sexual sin to us. We've sat around that table with other parents, trying to figure out how to raise our kids well. Aaron and his friends have invested many long discussions around that table, talking into the wee hours of the night about all the world's problems.
There's just something about that table. It has a way of making you feel at home, making you feel welcome, making you feel safe.
But I guess of all the eventful moments we've spent around that table, one of them stands out in my memory — a night when Aaron and I were talking there with my dad. I'm certain the kids were already sound asleep in their beds, and my mom was either doing our laundry or doing the dishes inside the house. (Thanks, Mom!) And on this particular evening, the longer we sat there, our discussion started moving toward things that mattered. Not just the latest coaching debacle at the University of Texas or one of my dad's recent golfing adventures, but real-life talk. The kind of talk that makes you lean in closer to each other, truly listening, not just to the words people are speaking, but to what their heart is actually saying.
We were thinking back. We were reminiscing. About me. What I'd been through. What I'd struggled with. And while some dads might still have a knack for holding grudges over what their kids' troubles have cost them and put them through, my dad that night — for whatever reason — was feeling the weight of his own responsibility. "I think we messed up some in raising you, Jamie. I think I could've done better."
My dad can never talk about anything serious without crying. So as I saw his eyes beginning to fill with tears, mine did too. I grabbed his hand and assured him, "No, Dad, it's not your fault. I made my own choices. I walked my own road. No one pushed me or pulled me in the directions I went. My choices were my choices."
I mean, sure, like all parents, they could've done things differently. Like the time when they discovered a boy in my room in the middle of the night. They probably should have punished me a bit more harshly and taken it more seriously. True, they grounded me. Which meant I had to miss the Sadie Hawkins dance that year. Which is pure tragedy for a junior in high school. To make it even worse, my friends and I had designed a T-shirt for the dance with all our names on the back. How was I supposed to explain why my name was on the back of a T-shirt for an event I couldn't even go to? Oh, the stresses of eleventh grade!
Or like the night when I arrived home later than my curfew and parked my car just a little too close to the garage door. Well, a lot too close actually, because my front bumper put a big dent in it, and I wasn't even aware I'd done it. Maybe if they'd assumed the worst, they might have discovered I'd been drinking that night and had driven myself home. Heaven knows I could've caused more damage than just a dent in a garage door, and pulling me off the road entirely for a while wouldn't have been the worst idea in the world.
I'll come back to this high school stretch of my life later in the book, but know for now that even though I was a "good girl" in the eyes of most people, I was also rebelling against my parents and the rules they'd placed on me — rules, I might add, that were completely normal and necessary for a teenager — a fact I realize even more now that I'm a momma myself!
So the truth is still the truth: My parents weren't responsible for my actions. I was.
But Dad was in a reflective mood that night. He was hurting. Searching for answers. Trying to make sense of things, the way middle-aged people often do when they look back on their life. He was trying to say he was sorry. He was trying to say, "I love you." He was trying to deal with the parts of his life that made him feel regretful, made him feel sad, where he couldn't help but think he'd failed.
In fact, this whole subject got him thinking about his own father and what had happened the day before he died years earlier. He'd never told me this story before because, if he had, I couldn't possibly have forgotten it.
He started sharing how his sister had called to say their seriously ill father was stirring and asking to speak to him. "I'm going to put him on the phone, all right?" This was the man, my grandfather, who was the kind of man who could watch his son go three-for-four in a baseball game (meaning, if you're not too baseball savvy, he had three hits out of his four times at bat) and somehow only find the words to be critical of his one strikeout. This was the man, my grandfather, who withheld approval from his son no matter how actively my dad sought it.
But with his body failing in his final hours on the earth, he whispered the words my dad had longed to hear his entire lifetime — I love you. Words that I say to my kids so often, I barely even notice I'm saying them, they're so automatic. Not until that day had he been told what every child should be told every day. In my grandfather's own way, he was owning his failure. He was saying I'm sorry. He was trying to be free.
In the days following this conversation around our beloved backyard table, I began to think about the various ways we each try to handle our failures, or even what we perceive as failures. My grandfather had failed throughout his life to express affection to his son. My dad, though not actually to blame for the mistakes I made as his daughter, carried around with him a secret sadness of failure that could still haunt him to tears without warning. And even I, right here in the middle of parenting our four young kids — and doing my dang best at it — am making so many mistakes at this gig. As much as I enjoy it, raising humans is the hardest thing I've ever done. Put it together with all the rest of the stuff in my life where I know I've messed up, and I don't need any help going to bed at night feeling like a failure.
And if that's you too — if you feel like a failure, whether at parenting or marriage or friendship or just generally at life, either because of stuff you're doing today or stuff that's happened in the past — I want you to hear what I reminded my dad that night. All of us fail. All of us need a Savior. And God is in the business of redeeming our stories so that He will get all glory, not only from our successes, but also from our failures. He wants us to be free.
My story includes a lot of failure. But in reality, it's a story of redemption. It's a story of the Father weaving events together in my life to bring me closer to Him. It's a story of Him redeeming me, not only from big, bad, scary sins, but also from "little" sins I'd characterized as normal, everyday stuff. (I'm not saying there's anything "normal" about sin; I'm saying we tend to label sins as bigger and smaller.) It's a story of being rescued from what my disobedience had done. It's a story of a girl receiving God's grace ... like your story is.
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I'll never forget the first time I told a friend all the parts of my story I was so ashamed of — the parts of my story that made me feel so utterly alone and embarrassed.
At that point, I could count the number of people on one hand who knew all the stories from my most difficult seasons of life. Every time I started to get the courage to tell someone the things I'd been through and the ways God had shown up, I would grow so timid. I was certain no one could possibly understand what I'd endured because of my poor choices. I always dreaded they would think less of me after hearing where I'd been in my past. Would they only see me for what I'd done, not for what Jesus had done in me? What if they looked at me the same exact way I once looked at myself? What if? What if? What if? I lived in a constant fear of "if they only knew." Because if others knew everything about me ... I was sure they wouldn't like it.
But maybe my friend Maris would be different.
Maris was actually a new friend, but I had this feeling she would be around for a while. We both lived in the Nashville area, and she was dating Steven (the same Steven who built our Commonfolk Table), who was in Aaron's band at the time. We all knew they would get married someday, and I envisioned us being friends forever, which I'm happy to say we still are.
But before I started to open up with her, I laid the groundwork first. I prepped her for what she was about to hear as if I had spent time in the mafia, sold government secrets, or been a target of FBI surveillance. Cloak-and-dagger stuff. By the time I had set up my story, I think she was actually a bit relieved (or maybe disappointed!) that I hadn't done jail time, lived under a code name, or resurfaced as part of a witness protection program. Although I wouldn't put any of those past me!
Still, I had done some awful things in my life. And as we sat together in the living room of my 1940s-era house, while my baby napped in the other room, I shared it all. Really hard things. I had never laid all my cards on the table in front of someone like that.
You wouldn't believe what happened next.
As soon as the words had finally escaped my mouth, my instant impression was a sudden sense of relief. I had done it. I had shared my story, out loud, with a real friend, and ... you know what? It actually felt good to get it all out.
It helped, of course, that I'd been right about Maris. She gave me permission to be real with her. Although she didn't say those exact words, she was willing to listen to what I said, no matter what I was going to say. As I poured out my heart to her, she listened. She didn't try to fix me with canned advice, and she reaffirmed all the things she'd seen God do in my life, even in the short time she'd known me. Her permission that day to be real with her was life-giving to me as a friend. (I'm going to talk a lot more about this subject in chapter 8 — about how to be the friend who's listening, not just the one who's telling — but for now, a big shout-out to my friend of many years now who allowed me to be open with her about my struggles, and even in seeing my mess, made me feel loved, honored, and important in her world.)
Another thing I should tell you is I learned something profoundly beautiful that day — something that may surprise you. It's this: our stories are not really as unique as we think. The more I've told of my story through the years, I've discovered my struggles are actually quite common. But because we're all so uncomfortable talking about those struggles — or even hearing about them — we walk around with this idea that no one's ever done what we've done, ever felt what we've felt, ever thought what we've thought, ever said what we've said.
This is simply not true.
I'd been scared of my story for years because I assumed no one else had battled what I'd battled. But except for the specific details, many others have fought and lost to the same things — if not those things, then other things of equal weight in their heart and mind. Think of how much unnecessary anguish and self-torment we've endured, as well as how much freedom we've forgone, from seeing ourselves as the only one. When we're not. We're just not.
But I believed the lies that said I was. I believed the lies that said I was forever defined by my story. I believed the lies that said I couldn't afford to open up. I believed the lies that said all the labels I'd assigned to myself were mine to bear, not to be free of.
And nobody, I thought, could ever take those lies away from me.
Remember the book The Scarlet Letter that you were most likely supposed to read in high school? I say "supposed to read" in case you were like me and hardly read any of the books you were "supposed to read." (You'll be proud to know, Mrs. Kelley, I've since read many of the books you said I was "supposed to read" in high school!) The main character in this novel is Hester Prynne, who was caught in adultery and forced to pin the letter "A" to her chest every day. Adulterer. The community had branded her this way so that everyone would always know what she had done. She could never escape her past.
I've always felt as though I understood this fictional woman because of seasons in my life when I've imagined a similar letter pinned to my chest. I often felt as though the only thing people would ever see in me — if they only knew — would be the letters I knew were invisibly attached there.
Some days I would pin an "F" to my chest. Fake. This whole "loving Jesus" thing couldn't possibly be true for a woman like me who'd spent so many years running from Him, disappointing Him, and acting as if He meant nothing to me.
Other days I would pin a "W" on my chest. Whore. What kind of girl sleeps around and then thinks she can follow Jesus and be committed to one man for the rest of her life? Surely everyone would think the same thing of me as well.
Many days I would pin a "U" on my chest. Used. I assumed this would be my label forever. Because that's what I was. Early in my marriage, I assumed everyone thought this about me and pitied my husband for ending up with a woman who was so tarnished. "He deserved better," I imagined them saying as they watched me walk into the church ... with a "U" pinned so obviously on my dress.
Not until years later did I begin to realize that the only one obsessively focused on all these letters was me. This subconscious pinning ritual I went through every morning, walking around and thinking everyone else was seeing what I was wearing, was as private as my pain. It was a sick game I was playing. Full of guilt and shame, I was the one who demanded I wear those labels. No one was pinning them on me each day except myself.
I'm guessing this might be the same for you. You get up every day, and you pin a letter on your shirt to define who you think you are, then you walk around with that letter as though wearing it is your job. You think you own that letter, but the truth is, it owns you. You make the choice every day to allow it to define you.
"A" for addict.
"C" for cutter.
"U" for ugly.
"D" for depressed.
"F" for failure.
"L" for loser.
"M" for monster.
"W" for worthless.
"T" for terrible at everything.
You pin that letter on your chest as if it's your true identity, when in fact those pins were never meant to be worn for the rest of your life. They are not who you are.
The day I shared my story with Maris, I felt as though I was taking off all my letters and laying them in front of her. I was inviting her into my pinning ritual, even while fearing the whole time that she might only validate my letters as being true. I feared she'd be surprised by all the letters I owned, or embarrassed to have a friend with so many letters to choose from each morning. I feared she'd agree that, yes, I did need to keep pinning them on my chest every single day because they indeed represented the words that define me.
That's what we're afraid of, isn't it? We fear that telling someone our story will only make things worse. Even if they're nice to our face, they'll drive home with the shock and surprise still hitting them, still mentally processing it ... then they'll tell their husbands or other friends ... then everyone will know all our letters, and they'll know they're all true. We fear that's what they'll think of us from now on because it's surely what God thinks about us too.
But those are the letters we've drawn up. And they don't match up with God's letters. When we spend our days living in fear of what the world would think of us, if they really knew us, we haven't yet believed and trusted the truths He says about us.
Excerpted from "If You Only Knew"
Copyright © 2018 Jamie Ivey.
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Table of Contents
Introduction: From Failure to Freedom,
Chapter 1: Permission to Be Real,
Chapter 2: Growing Up with God,
Chapter 3: Stuff Like This Doesn't Happen to Us,
Chapter 4: Chased by God,
Chapter 5: It's Complicated,
Chapter 6: Come, Thou Fount,
Chapter 7: Owning My New Identity,
Chapter 8: Sin Shock,
Chapter 9: Vulnerability Breeds Vulnerability,
Chapter 10: Jesus Is Better,
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This book is compelling because of the author’s openness in telling her story; but also for her compassion for others that permeates the whole book. She knows what it’s like to have sinned; grieved over her sin; and to have received the overwhelming love and forgiveness that Jesus offers to all of us. This book is a call to the church to have a renewed sense of compassion for those who are hurting because of sinful choices. I am glad to have read her story. It’s developed that renewed sense of compassion in me. I received a copy of this book from the publisher. I was not required to give a positive review. This is my honest opinion about this book.
The Bible’s story continues—God the hero of the Bible continues to be the hero in our lives and his story weaves on. Jamie Ivey reminds us just how much God is the hero of our stories—that our stories are not stories of our failures, but of God’s faithfulness. He is in, over, and using our failures and mistakes. She powerfully reminds us that regrets are just opportunities to know his grace. Yet, she is very honest about the struggle of shame, grace, and finding freedom. Her book is an easy, inviting read. The majority of it is her story, but that helps make her message concrete and contextualized. Deep truths and gospel is woven throughout. She has a great chapter on vulnerability with others, and her own vulnerability in the book plays that out. It invites us to be vulnerable with ourselves—a first step toward being vulnerable with others—and puts into words what we may not. Perhaps the best part of the book is her clear passion for the church to be a safe place. Her unpacking of that message makes her book not only for individuals, but for leaders, and the entire church. Ivey’s book is well worth reading as an encouragement, to see Jesus, to see life from the perspective of others, and for the church’s health. If you are curious and want to read a bit more reflection on the book and its encouragement, visit my blog http://astonescry.blogspot.com/2018/03/review-if-you-only-knew.html "I received this copy from the publisher in exchange for my honest review. I was not required to write a positive review."
What if people knew your past--a past that you aren't proud of? What if they knew that secret that you have tried so hard to guard? Jamie Ivey decided to stop guarding her past that she isn't proud of and start looking for Jesus to use it for good. She shares her story in If You Only Knew. If You Only Knew is a memoir of sorts where Ivey shares about her life. She shares all of the hard things to hear that she did before she started living her life for Jesus. She also shares how she uses her hard things to minister to women in prison through sharing those tough parts. In the last part of the book, she shares how she became and pastor's wife and how she seeks to be used by God every day. However, Ivey is not only a pastor's wife. She also blogs and hosts a podcast called The Happy Hour with Jamie Ivey. I wasn't too familiar with Ivey's blog or her podcast before I read If You Only Knew. I didn't think that Ivey's writing was clean and polished, but I can see how God could use Ivey's story to reach many women. Rather, she shares in a down-to-earth conversational tone that lets you know she is right there with you, sharing her story across the table. It is also clear that Ivey loves God and seeks to use her story to reach people for Jesus and I admire her greatly for that. I received a copy of If You Only Knew from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review in exchange for the book.
I have heard Jamie Ivey say numerous times that she believes that stories change the world. I believe that her story in this book undoubtedly holds that potential. However, it’s not because of the things she’s done, but what Jesus has done in her. Though the title “If You Only Knew” most likely originated from a place in her heart that felt something like “If you only knew the things in my past (or even current struggles), what would you think?”- I hope that readers will also come away from the book hearing, “If you only knew… that grace and freedom are available to you!!!” This book reads like you are sitting down at a coffee shop with a dear friend and shines a powerful spotlight on Jesus and Gospel Truth in both Jamie’s story and ours. I am so thankful for Jamie’s obedience and vulnerability to “go first.”
This is such a beautiful story of Jamie Ivey being brave and telling their life story, the good, the bad, and the ugly. She lets you into her life and is transparent about past/current struggles. Even if your struggles are not the same as her, it is such a wonderful story of Christ's love and grace for us all no matter the sins in our life. The book is sad, funny, and most of #truth! This is a must read for any woman!
This is a quick read that reads just like Jamie talks. She's charming but vulnerable. More than being about her story, it's an invitation for us to shed our shame and bring our struggles with sin, but also also our redemption, to the light.
Jamie is a great storyteller! She is so vulnerable and honest with her readers that it makes you feel as though you are going through the trials and situations she feels. This book is perfect for those looking for how God can be enough. For those looking for a reason why God can use them, and still use them. I cannot directly relate with her and her story, but it definitely gave me a perspective and new lens to look through as others tell me their story.
I already adored Jamie's podcast and now the book!!! So so good! A book for us all about the love of Jesus and how He can redeem even our most unbearable sins. Thank you, Jamie!
This book was such an amazing read! The truths spoken here will be life changing for anyone who reads it. This is the gospel, simplified and spoken in our every day language. This is important. We are not defined by the things we have done in our pasts. We are defined by what Jesus has done for us.
Jamie Ivey creates a stage in this book for others to sing. By sharing her story in such a way as to make the reader feel like your chatting with a dear friend, she is not only sharing who she is but how we can support and help each other as women and as humans. Even more, she brings to light how God sees each of us and loves us anyway! This book was so eye opening to the ideas of vulnerability, how to have courage ourselves but also how to support others to be bold as well. The community that can rise out of a book like this will be powerful. For anyone who has felt alone, ashamed, like there wasn’t a place for them; to anyone who has walked into church and felt like they needed to hide their questions or frustrations; to anyone who felt like no one would love them if others truly knew; for anyone who wants to reach out with empathy but doesn’t always know how, this one is for you!!!
Jamie shines the beauty of the gospel while sharing the hard parts of her story. If you've ever needed someone to go first, pick up this book, read it, and remember Jesus is BETTER!
Jamie Ivey doesn't hold back in If You Only Knew: My Unlikely, Unavoidable Story of Becoming Free. The theme of Ivey's book is that Jesus Christ's love is more powerful than failure or a shameful past. Though memoir, Jamie Ivey's story is less about herself and more about the great love and transforming power of Jesus Christ. In sharing the details of her own story of becoming free, Ivey explains that we don't have to have our act together before coming to Jesus. He wants us to come to Him, junk and all. As a long-time follower of Jesus, I appreciated the gentle reminder that we all struggle, but Jesus seeks the heart, not perfection. I highly recommend this book. As part of the launch team for If You Only Knew: My Unlikely, Unavoidable Story of Becoming Free, I was given an advanced copy of the book. This is my honest review.
Brave, Openhearted and Inspiring Jamie’s story shows that even all the mistakes and struggles we encounter in life that, JESUS IS BETTER. I am so thankful Jamie chose to go first and share her beautiful, broken story which in turn led her to the grace and forgiveness of JESUS. Her words speak the truth of the gospel, we are not alone and that we are all loved no matter our past. The power of shame can keep our stories “our hidden secrets” and can eventually break us down. This book will truly change your heart and you will not want the book to end. Jamie has a heart full of love for JESUS and a passion to rally for women.
A MUST READ!! In this book, Jamie Ivey goes first. She shares about her brokenness, her failures, her sin, and how all of that has been redeemed. IF YOU ONLY KNEW has encouraged me to open up and tell my story. Jesus IS better, Jamie.
A perfect combination of a memoir, faith-challenging perspective, and community building narrative that we all need to hear in today's divisive and judgmental world. Jamie tells her story with courage and vulnerability but doesn't stop with just sharing her experience. She relates her story to the gospel and how it shows that Jesus can redeem. He wants to redeem. And he can use our stories of imperfection and struggle to draw people closer to him. My favorite quote that continues to challenge me: ”We must be churches, and groups, and friends, and women who say to one another that we value confession and repentance over secrets and perceived perfection, because there’s no need for pretending to be people we’re not.” If you want to be encouraged, challenged, and feel like you've made a new friend, read Jamie's book. You won't be disappointed!
The introduction says it all: Stories are important. When we see our stories not as "obstacles to freedom, but rather as the key to unlocking it," a book like If You Only Knew becomes a MUST READ. In her first book, Jamie Ivey does just this - shares her beautiful, broken, and redeemed story - to encourage her readers to remove the labels they put on their own journeys and to own how the gospel can truly work in our lives. She reminds her readers that "our stories are not really as unique as we think" and gently challenges us to find the common ground with others and banish the lies that say we aren't "good" enough to do good in God's kingdom. If you've ever listened to Jamie's podcast, enjoy reading memoir, or love the encouragement that comes from knowing someone else a little better, this book is for you.
This book is for any woman who wants to be encouraged. Jamie shares her life battles and how Jesus showed her the way to true freedom. You will find yourself somewhere in the pages of this book. Jamie acknowledges the power of our stories and offers to "go first" to give us a beautiful example of how to be transparent and open with the things we have been through and struggle with daily. Jamie points us all to the feet of Jesus and proclaims the gospel. Buy this book for yourself and every woman you know!!
This book is so real and transparent! You feel like Jamie is sitting in your local coffee shop having an honest conversation with you. She speaks on subjects that are considered taboo in the church for women and makes you feel loved and accepted. I recommend this book for any woman who needs encouragement and wants to know they are not alone.
Such pain. Such honesty. Such wholehearted grit and real life. For good purpose. And freedom. Jamie finds such healing tenderness for herself from God, not because she has earned it by her good behavior or by getting her life together, or even marrying a good man, but because of the God who loves her and always has. Jamie strikes a beautiful balance between God's tender mercies in our poor choices and bright fullness in our richer ones, and God's big love in it all. Rarely has the telling of a life story with all its mistakes and regrets pointed so clearly to how deeply God loves us in Jesus. I needed to hear how God longs to reach us, not to wag a bony finger at us for our sins, but to shower us with the deep love and sweet holiness He secured for us in Christ. Reading this book will be a gift to your soul and anyone who thinks they may have lost God's love.
Jamie Ivey is a storyteller, she started telling stories on her blog, then she started interviewing friends on her podcast and asked them to tell their story. She believes stories are important, she writes, “our stories are not obstacles to our freedom; they are actually the key to unlocking it”. In her first book she goes first and tells her story, while her story isn’t unique, as she says, it definitely has things in that we can relate too. She is real and vulnerable which isn’t always the case in the Christian world that we live in. She is relatable and honest and shows how no matter what is in our past or the labels we put on ourselves we can find freedom in Christ. One thing she reinforces throughout the book is this “If you aren’t a follower of Jesus, know that He isn’t asking you to get your life together before you follow Him. He wants you to follow Him, worship him, and give Him your all.” And I couldn’t agree more, Jesus wants you to follow Him! One of the many things that stuck with me and gave me something to improve on in my life was not being shocked by others sin, she says, “We need to be creating a culture in our churches where people feel freedom to confess their sins BECAUSE WE HAVE JESUS. We need to be creating a culture where people are expected to come regularly to each other in repentance BECAUSE WE HAVE JESUS. We need to be creating a culture where people can talk about their struggles BECAUSE WE HAVE JESUS.” I want to be the woman that other woman come to because they know I am a safe place. I highly recommend this book and I hope that it will encourage you to be in community with others and be that safe place for others. Always remember Jesus is Better!
I cannot even begin to describe just how brave and encouraging Jamie’s story is. We all have something in our lives that we wish everyone just knew, but Jamie was brave enough to go first. It’s a story of bravery and courage that I promise we will leave you encouraged and remembering that Jesus is better! Order it now...you won’t be disappointed.
Jamie writes just how she shares in her podcast--authentic, Gospel-centered, and like a best girlfriend. In these pages she shares her story of sin and shame, walking us through the forever victory we have in Jesus. Whether you've grown up in the church or you think there's no way you could belong there, these pages have a lot to teach us about victory in Jesus and in authentic community.
This is a beautiful story of a young woman gaining freedom from her redemptive Father. In this book, Jamie goes first. She opens the closet door and every skeleton falls out. As I read this story, it was like band aids were being placed on old wounds. It's a different kind of "Me Too" story, but addresses the same shame game women have been forced to play for years.
Love love love this book. Jamie Ivey has gifted us with her story of redemption that leads the reader straight to the Gospel. The theme is Jesus is better, better than hiding, better than a pretty face, better than the sideways looks of others. It's a must read.
This is such an important book!! Jamie courageously shares hard spots of her past in the hope that her "going first" will allow and encourage others to follow. In the Christian church world we have a tendency to stay quiet and act like we are perfect, even though we all know that none of us are. When we stay quiet and don't share our hard stuff, then we lose out on the chance to celebrate all that God has done in us and through us! In this book Jamie does a remarkable job of giving God the glory for the work He has done in her life and continuously pointing others to Jesus. We need more books like this in the church and in the world!