The other day I was having a conversation with one of the marketing guys helping me with my book, "Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl." Writing a book is but a step in the process of releasing a book. An even bigger step is inviting people to read the book.
Might I say I am a dichotomy of a marketing person. I love marketing. I hate marketing.
I love the thrill of connecting people to something that might help them. But I struggle a bit when that something is penned by me. It just feels a little QVC. And shoot me dead if you ever see me standing in a showroom somewhere hocking my wears. Or is it wares? Anyhow.
Instead, I'd rather walk alongside women inviting them into the possibility of discovering more in their relationship with Christ. Then if they decide they want my book, great.
Selling a book doesn't thrill me. Moving a woman's heart closer to Jesus and opening her eyes to living the sold out life, now there's something that makes me smile. So, instead of selling books, we've decided the marketing plan should be to create a movement.
A movement of believers and non-believers alike. A movement among neighbors and sisters and grocery store clerks and customers and fashion girls and nature girls and everyday girls. Not a movement that you'll ever see on TV or read about in the history books.
No, something very simple yet eternally significant where I empower women to have conversations in their spheres of influence about the desire we all have to become more.
More than just a woman who gets up and drags herself through another day. More than just a woman who tries with all her might to keep her depression at bay and her emotions in check. More than just a woman who goes through the motions with all this church stuff but finds her heart is far from Jesus.
More than a woman who wonders, really wonders, if her life makes any kind of difference at all. More than a woman with a Bible tucked in her purse heading off to another Bible class wondering if this is the study that will finally make things click.
I guess I'm so passionate about inviting women into a new place of 'becoming more' because I lived the dragging myself through another day life and I hated it.
I've discovered something with Jesus and I'm compelled to tell others.
So I sit here and I type out what rushes through my heart and pray and wonder and hope. And then I wonder some more.
Really, who am I to try and start a movement of sorts? I'm just a flawed girl who backs over bushes pulling them up by their roots and then drives all around town with said bush hanging off her bumper.
Who in the world said a girl like that has any business dreaming of starting a movement for Jesus?
A girl who dared to say to yes.
I'm not sure why I'm writing all this today.
Maybe it's just foolish gushing. If so, I apologize.
But maybe one or two or ten of you see something in all this and you can help me make sense of it. A penny for your thoughts sweet sister.
Might I say I am a dichotomy of a marketing person. I love marketing. I hate marketing.
I love the thrill of connecting people to something that might help them. But I struggle a bit when that something is penned by me. It just feels a little QVC. And shoot me dead if you ever see me standing in a showroom somewhere hocking my wears. Or is it wares? Anyhow.
Instead, I'd rather walk alongside women inviting them into the possibility of discovering more in their relationship with Christ. Then if they decide they want my book, great.
Selling a book doesn't thrill me. Moving a woman's heart closer to Jesus and opening her eyes to living the sold out life, now there's something that makes me smile. So, instead of selling books, we've decided the marketing plan should be to create a movement.
A movement of believers and non-believers alike. A movement among neighbors and sisters and grocery store clerks and customers and fashion girls and nature girls and everyday girls. Not a movement that you'll ever see on TV or read about in the history books.
No, something very simple yet eternally significant where I empower women to have conversations in their spheres of influence about the desire we all have to become more.
More than just a woman who gets up and drags herself through another day. More than just a woman who tries with all her might to keep her depression at bay and her emotions in check. More than just a woman who goes through the motions with all this church stuff but finds her heart is far from Jesus.
More than a woman who wonders, really wonders, if her life makes any kind of difference at all. More than a woman with a Bible tucked in her purse heading off to another Bible class wondering if this is the study that will finally make things click.
I guess I'm so passionate about inviting women into a new place of 'becoming more' because I lived the dragging myself through another day life and I hated it.
I've discovered something with Jesus and I'm compelled to tell others.
So I sit here and I type out what rushes through my heart and pray and wonder and hope. And then I wonder some more.
Really, who am I to try and start a movement of sorts? I'm just a flawed girl who backs over bushes pulling them up by their roots and then drives all around town with said bush hanging off her bumper.
Who in the world said a girl like that has any business dreaming of starting a movement for Jesus?
A girl who dared to say to yes.
I'm not sure why I'm writing all this today.
Maybe it's just foolish gushing. If so, I apologize.
But maybe one or two or ten of you see something in all this and you can help me make sense of it. A penny for your thoughts sweet sister.
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