The Good, the Bad, and the Grace of God: What Honesty and Pain Taught Us About Faith, Family, and Forgiveness

The Good, the Bad, and the Grace of God: What Honesty and Pain Taught Us About Faith, Family, and Forgiveness

by Jep and Jessica Robertson, Susy Flory

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ISBN-13: 9780718035594
Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date: 06/23/2015
Sold by: HarperCollins Publishing
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Pages: 240
Sales rank: 474,048
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About the Author

Jep Robertson is the youngest son of Phil and Kay Robertson. Jep grew up in the duck blind and utilizes these years of experience in his role as cameraman and editor for the family busi­ness. Jep is able to think like a hunter behind the camera and, therefore, captured excellent footage for the Duckmen DVD series. Previously, he also videoed footage for the Benelli Presents Duck Commander TV show. 

Jep continues with the goal his father began years ago, to bring the “Duckmen style” of hunting out of the swamps, into the editing room, and into the homes of duck hunting enthusiasts around the world. Making his film debut in Duckmen X stoked Jep’s passion for capturing his fam­ily’s hunts on camera. That title remains his favorite Duckmen DVD to date. Jep and his family also star in A&E’s hit series, Duck Dynasty

Jessica Robertson and Jep have been married for more than fourteen years. As Jep’s wife, Jessica fits right in with the family. As a child she grew up hunting on the weekends with her father in the woods of Louisiana. She and Jep met in 2001, and they were mar­ried within two weeks of announcing their engagement. Jessica also has a business background, as do many in the Robertson family, but not from working at Duck Commander. She previously worked in real estate as a licensed real estate agent and most recently worked in sales. 

Jep and Jessica live in West Monroe, Louisiana with their four children: Lily, Merritt, Priscilla, and River.



Susy Flory is the author or coauthor of eight books, including the New York Times bestseller Thunder Dog. She lives in California and is the director of the West Coast Christian Writers Conference.

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The Good, The Bad, and the Grace of God

What Honesty and Pain Taught Us About Faith, Family, and Forgiveness

By Jep Robertson, Jessica Robertson

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2015 Jep Robertson Jessica Robertson
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ISBN: 978-0-7180-3559-4


Knight in Shining Camo

Jep and Jess

Life is so full of unpredictable beauty and strange surprises.

Mark Oliver Everett, Things the Grandchildren Should Know

ONCE UPON A TIME A GIRL FROM TOWN MET A BOY FROM THE WOODS. Even back then, it was all about the hair. I was at Connie Sue's in West Monroe to get my long hair colored, cut, and blown out. When he opened the door and walked in, I looked up, and there he was.


* * *

I'm the fourth son of a fourth son. My name is Jules Jeptha Robertson, and I have three older brothers, Alan, Jase, and Willie. You might have heard of them.

Most people call me Jep, but my first name is Jules. Mom and Dad named me after the hero in the Yul Brynner movie Invitation to a Gunfighter. My middle name is Jeptha, after a great-grandfather who died in a shootout over a land dispute. There's also a Jephthah in the Bible, spelled with two extra h's. He was a judge and led the people of Israel into battle against a group of people called the Ammonites. The Israelites won.

Maybe it's not a coincidence that I've always been interested in heroes, starting with my dad, Phil Robertson, and my mom, Miss Kay. My other heroes are my pa and my granny, who taught me how to play cards and dominoes and everything about fishing (which was a lot), and my three older brothers, who teased me, beat me up, and sometimes let me follow them around. Not much has changed in that department.

I've always loved movies, and when I was about seven or eight years old, I watched Rocky, Sylvester Stallone's movie about an underdog boxer who used his fists, along with sheer will, determination, and the ability to endure pain, to make a way for himself. He fought hard but played fair and had a soft spot for his friends. I fell in love with Rocky. He was my hero, and I became obsessed.

When I decide to do something, I'm all in; so I found a pair of red shorts that looked like Rocky's boxing trunks and a navy blue bathrobe with two white stripes on the sleeve and no belt. I took off my shirt and ran around bare-chested in my robe and shorts. Most kids I knew went through a superhero phase, but they picked DC Comics guys, like Batman or Superman. Not me. I was Rocky Balboa, the Italian Stallion, and proud of it. Mom let me run around like that for a couple of years, even when we went in to town.

Rocky had a girlfriend, Adrian, who was always there, always by his side. When he was beaten and blinded in a bad fight, he called out for her before anybody else. "Yo, Adrian!" he shouted in his Philly-Italian accent. He needed her.

Eventually, I grew up, and the red shorts and blue bathrobe didn't fit anymore, but I always remembered Rocky's kindness and his courage. And that every Rocky needs an Adrian.

* * *

While Jep was running around in the woods, down by the river, I could be found climbing a tree, going hunting with my dad, or picking vegetables in the garden with my mamaw Nellie and papaw Ted. I come from a family of hunters and fishermen; even my grandmother Lola hunted. I loved getting up early and drinking coffee with Dad before we hit the road to hunting camp, and I became a pretty good shot.

I was not an indoor kind of little girl. I had loads of energy, big dreams, and a happy heart. Today they'd probably say I had ADD/ ADHD, but that's just me—I give my all to everything I do, and I've always been that way. That's why I love being outdoors. There was always so much to do, and I wanted to do it all. I've never liked to sit still—I love to keep myself busy.

I was also a born people-pleaser, and I spent my childhood trying to make my parents happy. Once, when I was about ten years old, I hadn't missed a day of school all year, and I was excited about earning a perfect attendance award again, just like I had the year before. I was looking forward to how proud my parents and my teacher would be.

But one morning a freak accident occurred, putting my award in jeopardy. I was in the bathroom, getting ready for school, when Mom called my name. I turned my head to answer, my neck caught, and all of a sudden I felt a strong jolt of searing pain. What is wrong with my neck? I thought in agony.

There was no way in the world I was going to miss getting my award or let my parents and teacher down, so I tried to ignore the excruciating crick in my neck. Instead, I decided to try to turn my whole body, gritting my teeth and bearing the pain; but I just couldn't do it. I broke the news to my mom. She took one look at me and quickly decided we'd have to go see the doctor.

I burst out crying. "I really need to get that perfect attendance award," I sobbed.

"Jessica, your teacher will understand," Mom reassured me. "She won't be disappointed in you, and you will survive."

I didn't get the perfect attendance award that year. But I did earn a surprise award, named the Betty Crocker Award. The principal created it especially for me because I'd almost burned down my house earlier that year. One day, right before she left for work, Mom had mixed up a batch of biscuits for my breakfast and popped them in the oven.

"Jessica, watch those biscuits and take them out of the oven when they're done," she called out as she left the house for her teaching job at a little country school on the outskirts of West Monroe.

"Okay, Mom," I called back.

But soon after that, the school bus arrived. I ran outside, completely forgetting the biscuits. About an hour into the school day, my stomach started to growl, and I thought, Hmm, that's weird. I know I had biscuits for breakfast. Wait! No, I didn't. I forgot to get them out of the oven!

I could practically smell them burning, and I ran up to the front in a panic and told my teacher, who sent me to the office to tell the principal what had happened. Mr. Smith seemed a little worried and decided to drive me home to check on the house. Just as we turned onto my street, we saw a big red fire truck pulling up to the front of our house. Then I heard the smoke alarms going off. I was embarrassed, but I still had to go into the house with Mr. Smith and the firefighters, who wanted to make sure there wasn't a real fire. The biscuits had been transformed into charred little black lumps, earning me the one and only Betty Crocker Award ever given out at my school. It wasn't the perfect attendance award, but at least I'd won some kind of award.

I was a busy child and never grew out of it, so I was moving fast as usual when I passed Jep that day on my way out of Connie Sue's salon. But not too fast to notice his thick dark hair, cut just above his ears and brushed back, with sexy Elvis chops on the sides. He had deep green eyes, a strong jaw, and a small, dark soul patch under his bottom lip that stood out against his tanned skin.

Our eyes locked, and I was mesmerized. His steps slowed, and he tilted his head down a little, smiled a sweet smile, and said, "Hey."

Did I mention the dimples? He had the cutest dimples I'd ever seen. My heart seriously skipped a beat, although I tried not to let it show. (I always tell him he had me at "hey," and that's no joke.)

"Hey," I said back.

I wish I could tell you I said something original and witty, but that's all I could come up with. A nod and a "hey." Then he was gone.

Who is he?

Jep was twenty-two, I was twenty, and somehow we'd grown up in the same town and never met each other. And even though we were young, we both already had complicated lives. We had experienced pain, guilt, betrayal, and brokenness.

But in that moment, none of it mattered. Not one bit.

* * *

As I headed to the chair for a haircut, I wondered who she was. Long, silky blonde hair, parted on the side. Fair skin. Blue eyes with thick lashes. And a big, friendly smile. I thought I might have seen her once at a party, but I hadn't talked to her, and I wasn't sure.

"Who was that?" I asked Connie Sue as I sat down.

"Her name's Jessica," said Connie Sue. "She's been through a lot lately, but she's a sweet girl."

As I drove home, I kept replaying that moment over and over when our eyes met. I saw her face, her beautiful smile, and heard her warm voice again.

I wish I'd said something more.

When I got home, I walked in the front door of my rental house with Jessica still on my mind. My roommate, Trey, was sitting on the couch, holding a video game controller and staring at the TV.

"Hey," I said again, this time with confidence.

He looked up, a little irritated I was interrupting his game.

"I just met the girl I'm going to marry."


Granny's Boy


There's no place like home ... except Granny's.


LIFE STARTED OFF GOOD FOR ME. FIVE YEARS HAD PASSED SINCE DAD'S dramatic conversion from hard-drinking river rat to faithful husband and father, entrepreneur, and follower of Christ. Now he was sober and in a good place. After I arrived, Mom went right back to being busy, working long hours trying to help Dad get Duck Commander, his new business making duck calls, off the ground and to make enough money to support our family of six.

I had three older brothers, but Alan, who was already fifteen when I was born, moved out two years later and wasn't around much. Jase and Willie were nine and seven years old, so by the time I was old enough to play, they were busy doing older-kid stuff. I was the baby of the family and the apple of my mom's eye. I'm her favorite, remember? But I had a granny who loved me an awful lot too.

Granny and Pa had moved to West Monroe when my parents bought a piece of property on the Ouachita River, right where Cypress Creek splits off to flow into a peaceful patch of water called Thompson's Bayou, just beyond the front yard of our little two-bedroom house. Dad didn't have the money for a down payment, so Granny and Pa helped. While I was growing up, they lived just down the driveway from us in an old green house with a loud, creaky screen door.

I spent just about every day at Granny's. Granny and I were very close. Many a night my mom worked late, and I fell asleep at Granny's until Mom came to pick me up and carry me home and put me to bed. Granny was my dad's mother, and her real name was Merritt Thurman Hale Robertson. She was strong and clever, one of the thousands of Rosie the Riveters who helped build bombs during World War II. When she was younger, she'd been diagnosed with manic depression and had to undergo electric shock treatment. By the time I came around, she was on lithium, which helped stabilize her ups and downs. She spent her days fishing, sometimes playing dominoes or gin with Pa, and always watching her soaps.

Pa's name was James Robertson, and he was a man of few words. He never got mad, and he never got glad. I do remember, when he was irritated, he'd squint his eyes at me and say hmm under his breath. But I don't remember him ever really getting mad at me. Pa had a lot of medical problems stemming from a serious back injury when he was a roughneck on an offshore oil rig. He'd fallen eighteen feet from a drilling rig, landed on his head, broke two vertebrae, and ruptured his stomach. It took him years to recover. He still suffered from the pain and didn't get around much. But he did like to play games, and I remember watching him with my dad and his brothers, yelling at one another and slamming the dominoes down onto the table. I liked watching as they laughed, argued, and teased one another.

When I was old enough, Pa taught me how to play simple card games, such as Go Fish, before I graduated to playing gin. Granny and Pa also let me play three-man dominoes but complained if I was too slow trying to add up the numbers. I can still hear it. "Come on, Jeptha! Go ahead and play something—we're waiting."

Pa played hard and never let us win if he could help it; he felt playing dominoes taught us to add numbers quickly and develop a strategy. I did beat him a few times, but not often.

Although Granny played some with us, she was much more interested in getting out on the water. She taught me how to fish as soon as I could sit in a boat and hold a pole. A true river rat, she gave me a paddle, taught me how to use it, and had me serve as a human trolling motor on her boat. I'd bait her hook, then try to follow instructions: "Paddle over there. Keep the boat straight and let me catch one."

Dad went fishing, too, but he caught large, commercial quantities of fish in hoop nets to sell at the fish market. Granny, on the other hand, enjoyed sport fishing, catching just enough for a meal or two.

I still use Granny's bait secrets. One is to find an old rotted tree, dig through the decaying wood, find big white grubs, and stick them right on the hook. Another trick she taught me works best after a rain: find two sticks, cut a series of notches across each, then hold one stick upright touching the ground while you rub the other stick across the notches, creating a strong vibration. The worms think it's raining and come up to the surface to get air, where you can grab 'em up. The best but trickiest bait is wasp larvae. If you find a wasp nest and can tear it down and run away without getting stung too bad, those half-formed wasps will draw a lot of fish. This tasty protein drives the fish crazy, but you have to be fast.

"You're gonna learn all the spots out here," Granny told me, "how to catch 'em, what kind of fish are good, and what to do when your line breaks."

She was a patient fisherwoman and could look at the creek for a few minutes, analyze it, and quickly decide where to go. "We need to go up about a hundred yards. See that little cut over there? We'll catch fish right there."

The wide, deep creek and the bayou were full of fish—bass, crawfish, and down deeper were the prehistoric-looking alligator gar. During certain times of the year, the Opelousa catfish were running. The giant Opelousas were way bigger than me at that age, and I saw my dad catch a ninety-pounder.

We would catch bluegill, chinquapin, bream, catfish, and goggle-eye that we fried whole. But mainly we fished for crappie, the whitest fish. Crappie is best coated in cornmeal, salt, and pepper and fried up in a cast-iron skillet.

Then there were trash fish, little fish not worth eating. Granny would get mad when they'd tear off the bait or the line on her cane pole, causing her to lose her bobber. She showed me how to improvise with a chunk of Styrofoam, which makes a great bobber if you put a needle through it and tie a knot on one end. She also showed me how to use a sewing needle to make a fishing hook. And fishing licenses? She never bothered with that.

Granny owned the boat ramp, where we put the boat into the creek, and the neighbors liked to use it because we kept it in good shape. She charged people a dollar a launch, and they stuffed their bills into a little mailbox by the ramp. During the summers she would make fifty to one hundred dollars a day, and when I was old enough, she'd pay me a few dollars to collect the money for her.

When Granny caught fish, we'd head back to the house for bacon and eggs, fried in lots of grease; bacon and tomato sandwiches; peanut butter sandwiches; and buttermilk biscuits. Every once in a while she'd bake a sweet potato pie that I didn't have to share with anyone else.

Both Granny and Pa smoked all the time, and I think it affected Granny's taste buds because she liked to snack on some very strange things—many a time I saw her eat a whole, raw Vidalia onion, just like you'd eat an apple, and straight up drink a big glass of chunky buttermilk to go with it.

Maybe the buttermilk-onion combination was the culprit for one of her signature moves—every time she got up off the couch, she'd hold her stomach and then fart. Loud. She never laughed or cracked a smile, but it always made me laugh, and I pictured her using intestinal gas like a turbocharged engine to propel her off the couch. Maybe that combo helps you live until you're ninety-six, like Granny!


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Table of Contents


Acknowledgments, vii,
Introduction: Love Letters, ix,
ONE Knight in Shining Camo, 1,
TWO Granny's Boy, 7,
THREE Tomboy, 13,
FOUR Pistol Pete, 19,
FIVE Biscuits and Sugar Syrup, 27,
SIX Ducks and Dogs, 33,
SEVEN Up Early and Workin' Hard, 41,
EIGHT Brothers, Basketball, and Bucks, 49,
NINE Pressure, 59,
TEN Things Fall Apart, 67,
ELEVEN It's Too Late, 75,
TWELVE A Halloween to Forget, 81,
THIRTEEN The Choice, 87,
FOURTEEN The Gap, 95,
FIFTEEN Jeep Headlights, 101,
SIXTEEN Kissing Bandit, 109,
SEVENTEEN Blindsided, 117,
EIGHTEEN The Beach-House Letter, 123,
NINETEEN A Random Impulse, 131,
TWENTY The Puzzle, 137,
TWENTY-ONE I'm Going to My Mom's, 145,
TWENTY-TWO An Unbelievable Miracle, 153,
TWENTY-THREE Through the Lens, 161,
TWENTY-FOUR Stitched with Love, 171,
TWENTY-FIVE Secrets, 177,
TWENTY-SIX The School Bus, 183,
TWENTY-SEVEN Forgiveness, 187,
TWENTY-EIGHT Just Ducky, 191,
TWENTY-NINE Family over Fame, 197,
THIRTY Smackdown, 201,
THIRTY-ONE This Is Serious, 207,
THIRTY-TWO Glad to Be Alive, 215,
THIRTY-THREE Love Always and Forever, 217,
Appendix: Questions and Answers, 219,
About the Authors, 227,

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Duck Dynasty and was excited to read more about Jessica and Jep. I loved their honesty about their struggles and how they always pointed back to God. It was a very easy read, I read it in a couple hours. I couldn't put it down. They are such an inspiration to me!
chuck mullis More than 1 year ago
I don’t know of anyone who hasn’t heard of Duck Dynasty or Duck Commander. Because of the enormous amount of publicity and the sheer success of the show on A&E’s network, it’s almost impossible to go anywhere and not see the products that promote their success. But there success today is only part of the story. I have read all of the other books by the individuals that make up the Robertson clan and was eager to read the next installment in Jep and Jessica’s story. What I like about the books that the Robertson’s put out, is that they don’t sugar coat anything and they’re not afraid to pull back the curtain and let you see the whole story. There’s an authenticity that isn’t seen much in today’s culture. In “The Good, the Bad, and the Grace of God” Jep and Jessica Robertson share their struggles, their past sin as well as their success in a way that doesn’t glorify the acts but give glory to God’s mercy and grace.  There were several times in reading about Jessica’s struggle with significance and Jep’s struggle with addiction that I thought to myself, “I don’t think I would have told that.”  But all in all, if you have read any of the other books put out by the Robertson’s, this book stays true to the same format and is told with the same gut-level honesty.  As with the rest of the Robertson’s, Jep & Jessica’s story is a beautiful reminder of who God is and what He is able to do, if we’re willing to follow Him. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Becky6 More than 1 year ago
I am super excited to be able to talk about this particular book. I don’t really watch Duck Dynasty, but I do love what they stand for. It was really neat to read Jep and Jessica’s story, especially since they are the least known about in the family, having only appeared on the show since season four. Readers will love this read because it’s as if you are in one of their backyard bonfires and they’re personal friends. Jep is the youngest of the Robertson brothers. For a very long time, Jep had a drug addiction. He turned his back on God and it took an intervention from his family to get him to turn his life around. His parents made him move back home so they could keep an eye on him and make sure he has accountability. It was sometime after all of this when he met Jessica. Jessica had grown up in a Christian home so she had wonderful upbringing. She loved spending her time outdoors and she’s a huge tomboy. She was always on the go and was always a people pleaser. This became a huge problem for her as she grew older. Her first marriage was to a youth pastor so she worried about what other people thought and whether or not she will ever be good enough or be happy again when she divorced him. Eventually after this, she meets Jep. They became good friends before they started dating. She began going to Jep and Trey’s Bible study and through this, she gave her life over to Jesus Christ. She finally recognized that she has immeasurable value and worth and that no one else’s opinion even mattered. I loved how the points of view alternate between Jep and Jessica because it shows them how they are as a couple. They start out talking about how they were as kids, how they met, life after they married and everything that happened afterwards. Jep and Jessica are two real people who love the Lord Jesus Christ. They are relatable characters and they show how good and grace can come out of the bad. I’m so glad that they wrote this book and that I had the opportunity to read it. It’s definitely a must read and will be staying on my bookshelf! Note: I received a copy of this book from the publisher for my honest review, which I have given. I was not required to write a positive review and have not been compensated for it in any way. All opinions expressed are my own.
Pooke More than 1 year ago
The Youngest Ducks Quack! Jules Jeptha "Jep" Robertson and his wife, Jessica, share their life story in this book. Jep is the youngest of four brothers who are part of the television show, Duck Dynasty. As the baby in the family, Jep believes he got more attention from his dad, Phil, than his brothers. That is because, by the time he came along, the family had begun stabilizing. Part of that was due to starting their family business. But the biggest reason for the better family life was due to changes his father had made. After giving up a hard life of carousing and drinking, Phil was around his family a lot more. Even though Jep has little, if any, memories of that dark time his father lived through, Phil has openly talked about it. He emphasizes how hard that lifestyle was on him, and his family. Becoming a follower of Christ was the only thing that gave him the strength to walk away from it. He tells everyone to avoid living like that at all costs. Does lightening strike twice? Unfortunately, as a teenager, Jep began a life of hard drinking, doing drugs and living dangerously. He continued going down that self-destructive path, believing he was keeping it secret from his family. But he was wrong. The Robertson's knew what was going on, and his entire family decided to do an intervention. They told Jep they loved him, but gave him an ultimatum. Give up drinking, drugs, and wild living and move back home with his parents. Or permanently part company with his family, and live his life away from them, completely on his own. Jep chose his family, and willingly abided by his parent's rules. He spent an intensive time with his dad and studying the Bible. Like Phil, Jep credits the relationship he made with Christ during that time for turning his life around. Life is harder than it looks on tv. His wife, Jessica, shares her life before meeting Jep, including a bad relationship along with the self-destructive behavior she lived for a short time afterwards. Jep almost let that knowledge destroy their relationship. This book traces Jessica and Jep's life together, including the difficult years trying to make ends meet while living in a little trailer with a small salary. The two are very transparent about issues they have worked through, including the thing that almost broke their marriage apart--Jep's use of pornography. Recently, Jep experienced a life-threatening health crisis. Jessica recounts how scary it was when the doctor's weren't sure what was causing his problems, so were unsure how to treat him. Once again, this close-knit family believes Jep's recovery was due to God's intervention. I found it interesting to see a different side of this family than what is shown on television. This fascinating 5-star book about the youngest couple in the Robertson clan will appeal to those who like true stories from a Christian viewpoint, or who are fans of the family's television series. The publisher has provided me with a complimentary copy of The Good, The Bad, and the Grace of God through The Thomas Nelson Publishing BookLook Bloggers Program for the purpose of review. I have not been compensated in any other manner. All opinions expressed are my own, and I was not required, or influenced, to give anything but an honest appraisal. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.
4aussiegirl More than 1 year ago
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE GRACE OF GOD What Honesty and Pain Taught Us about FAITH, FAMILY and FORGIVENESS By Jep & Jessica Robertson The Robertson family has had their ups and downs like all of us. Their honesty about their lives and telling it to the world let’s me feel they just want us to know we are not alone struggling and having our lives spiraling out of control. They show us how they dealt with all the struggles they went through and step by step they had to find for themselves the way to handle it. I feel they want us to know God is the center of our lives and with God all can work out for the better. They also let us know the rich and famous are not without their trials. Their families struggle together and they stand by each other but Mr. “Pa” Robertson seems to be very strong in what he believes in, like being polite and obeying the rules the teachers put forth. He lays it out and they obey and the family will help them or they can leave the home and deal with it themselves. Jess talks of wanting to be like a model and not eating fats or stuff loaded in butter (actually it isn’t healthy we all have found that out). Jess talks of youth groups a place you should feel safe. She tells of being a teenage wife and failing at that, the hurts and pain and feeling no one is there to help her deal with this problem she feels stuck in a world that she has no control over. She goes through this pain and feels she isn’t worthy of any man. Jep talks about his father and how he talks about God and is so excited when he tells people of God that Jep knows there is some kind of power God has but then something happens in Jep’s life and he doesn’t seem to really want God with in a million miles of him. So he turns to booze and drugs and running around with the wrong guys. Until one day something happens and it has him running back home. Family is always a good place to get the help you need especially when you have a Christian family that loves you more than anything in the world and they know the word of God and how to help you with the words of God. Jep saw how any times his father helped people he never even knew and helped them work through their problems and come out a lot better person. Jessica and Jep don’t just have a small bump in the road to get their lives back together they have a hell to travel through before they realize God has to be the main core of their lives before they can live the way God wants them to. It doesn’t mean they won’t run into other problems along the way but they know who to turn to for all the help they need. This book shows all the ups and downs Jep and Jessica has gone through and with the grace of God and their families that are Godly people standing by them they are making it one day at a time. This book is really a must read I recommend it highly especially if you feel you are all alone going through problems. Maybe you’ll even be able to meet the Robertson and get their help. I received this book free from the booklookbloggers for and honest review. I was not required to write a positive review just an honest one. The opinions I have expressed are entirely my own and no one else’s. 5 Stars ISBN 978-0-7180-3148-0
Anonymous More than 1 year ago