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Lori Hynson is a Recovering SuperGalaholic who finally learned that God’s acceptance of her wasn’t based on her perfection or her performance according to what the world expected of her.

SuperGal Syndrome

The destructive condition of women who know they can do anything, but feel the pressure to do everything!

Speaking

Fueled by her passion to inspire women who struggle to be all things to all people, Lori shares her Secrets of a Recovering SuperGal through the Word of God.

Books

Find the latest news & deals for Lori's book "SuperGal vs. GOD" & learn about upcoming titles.

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SuperGal could handle anything life threw her way. Until she couldn’t.

Lori appears to be SuperGal. But privately, she anxiously battles to maintain control over her out-of-control life. She thought she could do anything but felt the pressure to do everything. There was no room for God in her realm.

SuperGal wasn’t looking for love, but when she meets handsome tenor Ben, her battle-hardened heart begins to melt. After only six short weeks, Lori’s joy turns to despair when Ben becomes critically ill. Suddenly, her carefully-constructed world begins to unravel.

As God and Satan lined up for the final, ultimate battle for Ben’s life and Lori’s soul, all she could do was stand near the door of the hospital room, helpless and broken. This SuperGal had to face her own failure as she faced this dying man. The fixer needed to be fixed.

But on that very night, Lori experiences a mysterious encounter that changes everything.

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SuperGal Syndrome; Know Peace

 

Lori Hynson is a Recovering SuperGalaholic, author, speaker, Bible teacher, and singer. Her life ministry is to encourage women to recognize and be healed of their SuperGal burdens through God’s Word and embrace the freedom to be found in their new life in Christ. 

Recent Posts


The Tyranny of the Turkey
11/19/2018 6:00:00 AM BY Lori Hynson

Hi Friends: It’s time for this reminder again. Remember, it’s not your job to run this planet! 

Have a blessed Thanksgiving Day full of gratitude for all the Lord has provided.

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In my opinion, it pretty much stinks to be a SuperGal during the holidays.

SuperGal? You recognize her, I’m sure. Controlling, perfectionistic, exhausted.

Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Easter, etc. The same. Always the same.

Married as a teenager, I took over every single family holiday every year beginning at age twenty. Yep. Twenty. At 50-something, I was still at it:

There would be no extra sleep for SuperGal this Thanksgiving Day.

In my family, I was responsible for all of the cleaning, shopping, elder transportation, and the cooking. No one brought a dish to share. I’d never asked them to. Was I resentful? You bet.

They arrived, and they ate. It had been so for many years. Back then, I couldn’t quite figure out if that was their fault for not volunteering, or mine for allowing it. Wisdom of years showed me it was mine.

I had no siblings, two daughters who lived on their own but hadn’t been taught how to cook, and elderly parents who were well past their days of meal preparation.

Why, oh why, did I feel the need to be so super all the time? To handle everything myself and never, ever ask for help? To create the perfect holiday atmosphere? The holidays, all of them, were to be dreaded.

This SuperGal would accomplish each task, of course, but I didn’t have to like it. And I didn’t try to change it. That would risk making someone unhappy.

I was an enigma. To the world, I was assertive, successful, and strong.

Behind closed doors I was hopelessly bound by the chains I had forged all by myself.

Despite my labors, my struggle for perfectionism and Rockwellesque gatherings, those things never quite materialized.

The family would arrive and make themselves comfortable while I worked alone in the kitchen. Maybe they’d drape their coats around the perfectly-decorated room. My elderly dad would perhaps unintentionally spill a drink on the impeccable tablecloth. My efforts would go unnoticed.   

That dream day was never once perfect.

In 2007, when I turned 53, it all came to an end. This SuperGal stamped her shiny-pink-pumps-with-bows and declared, “Enough!” Summoning all my courage, I proclaimed that I was retiring from the holiday kitchen, even if that meant eating cold cuts at someone else’s house.

Whoa!

Yes, there were a few early, weak protestations. But I finally recognized my family just wanted to spend time with me, not admire the flower arrangement. They wanted to laugh and be themselves without risking “The Look” due to their imperfect behavior.

Among the pangs of regret for all the years wasted worrying about the unimportant, I also found freedom. Freedom to just be and appreciate. Imagine that! Freedom to share. Relax. To even be—dare I say it?—imperfect! Ouch.

These days, if one of my daughters tells me we are feasting on turkey served up on paper plates? Fine!

Sitting in different rooms because she has no table large enough? Doesn’t matter.

Eating a side dish that isn’t cooked exactly the way I used to make it? Who cares?

At last I grew old and tired enough to recognize that I had spent years doing all those things for a reason important only inside my own head. So I opened my tight, controlling little fists and let it go. I broke the chains that weighed heavily on my shoulders.

There are probably a lot of you reading this who haven’t been able to let go, even if you no longer enjoy it. I’ll bet you even issue the Thanksgiving/Christmas Eve/Christmas Day invitation to your grown kids in July in hopes to beat out the competition—their in-laws!

You may not even realize you want to let go. You tell yourselves you love the holidays! Love doing all that work by yourself! Love striving for perfection! And maybe you do. That’s not for me to say.

Or, perhaps you’re a lucky gal (Super-or-otherwise) whose holiday dinners are truly a family affair, with everyone pitching in to shop, decorate, cook and clean up. If so, enjoy!  

If not, ask yourself: Am I doing this because it brings me great joy, or because I feel compelled by guilt? Or a need for perfectionism? Or because “it’s what we’ve always done?”

This holiday season, take a few moments to pray. To evaluate what you are doing. And why. To ask if it is still working for everyone involved, including you. Ask God to reveal if your motivation is flawed.

This SuperGal, without a single regret, joyfully overcame the Tyranny of the Turkey.

Have a blessed and joyous Thanksgiving!

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” ~ Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)

What If?
6/1/2018 3:00:00 PM BY Lori Hynson

Have you ever wondered what your life would be but for the one event, the one decision, the one blessing, that changed everything?

Today, June 1st, I contemplate in awe and gratitude that twelve years ago (12!), after five months in the ICU at University of Pennsylvania and one month at Bryn Mawr Rehab Hospital, Ben—improbably and darn near impossibly—took his house key from my hand and walked back into his life.

For the past six months, he had been given no choices. He could make no decisions about any part of his precarious, critically-ill, hanging-on-by-a-thread life. Then, because of the grace and mercy of a loving and sovereign God, he was miraculously healed, and walked back into his life.

 As I sat here this morning thinking about that surreal day, the day none of us dared hope for, I began to ask the question—What if?

What if Ben never came home?

 Thinking about the ramifications of that one moment of our lives ending differently staggers me!

What if our six-week-old new love before Ben got sick would have died with him? There would have been no picking up just-where-we-left-off but better; no sweet wedding; no living out our days in retirement.

What if our precious grandbabies had been born into a world where their beloved Popster didn’t exist? There would have been no snuggles, no “whippins’,” no hammering nails into wood, no collecting tree bark from the sycamores, no memories to pass on to their own children. The thought of that “what if” loss makes me unimaginably sad.

From whom would the neighbor’s children learn to hang pictures and measure wood? Who would friend Joanne have called when she spotted a snake in her laundry room?

What other endlessly patient and extremely kind man would my elderly mother call when she needed a ride, a helping hand, or just reassurance and a sympathetic ear?

What if there would be no Laverne the Ferne, no joyful daily walks along the Schuylkill River and Perkiomen Creek and the soft, misty hills of Valley Forge soaking in God’s incredible creation; no First Wednesdays with Joanne and friends, no Monday morning breakfasts with Cherri. No third Wednesday Diva Days. No Bible studies at my home.

What if I had to be someone different? Everything I am—author, speaker, Bible teacher—are all rooted in and spiraled outward from that one life event. A mere six months out of sixty-three years, yet those six months set the course of the rest of my life.

Before those momentous six months, my life pretty much followed the course of the choices I had made. But now I know that I know that I know that my life was always set on a collision course with those six months and that hospital room. Always headed for the story that would change all my “everythings and everybodies.”

It was always God’s plan.

Thank You, Father, for twelve years that were never promised. Thank You, Father, for Your unending mercy and Your overwhelming love. Thank You for our life together today, just as it is. Just as You always meant it to be.

                                                            Blessings,

                                                            Lori

Question: What event, circumstance, or moment has set you on a new path in life?

Behold 2018 Women's Conference
1/19/2018 6:00:00 PM BY Lori Hynson

We become what we behold...a new creation!

BEHOLD is a conference to encourage women of all ages and levels of faith to own a fresh awareness of the transforming work of Christ within our lives to make us new creations to reflect His glorious image. No matter where we were or where we are in this moment, we have the opportunity to lay down the old and begin anew! This one-day event will spark a revival through inspirational worship, powerful teaching, and personal stories to reveal a liberating view of who we are and continue to become as we behold His beauty—and ours!

I’m so excited to let you know about our upcoming conference that I am co-directing!

When:             Saturday, April 21, 2018, 9am to 3:30pm

Where:            Family Worship Center, 1000 Troxel Road, Lansdale, PA

Price:               $35 (only $30 through March 15th) – Includes Catered Lunch

 www.beholdconference.net

2 Keynotes

3 Breakout Sessions

Live Praise and Worship

Includes Lunch and Coffee Breaks

and more!

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away;

behold, the new has come.” – II Corinthians 5:17

KEYNOTES

VERNA BOWMAN 

“BEHOLD AND BE HELD”

What do we do if we look in the mirror and realize life has distorted the reflection of who we were designed to be? A beloved daughter of the Father.

She is you—she is us.

The difficult circumstances that touch our lives can alter the beauty of the masterpiece hidden beneath when we try and store it our way. When we behold the truth of God’s goodness and surrender to His sovereign plan, we will then be able to embrace the transforming work that emerges out of trials and reflect His glorious image.

May you see you through His eyes and hear Him say, “You still got it!”

Read Verna’s bio here

 

LORI HYNSON 

BEHOLD THE JOURNEY”

If we’re becoming a new creation, why do we keep going down the same old path? What keeps us from moving forward to turn the next corner? God promises to change our destination when we’re driven by the Holy Spirit instead of asking the world for directions.

Take the first step to behold the journey and become transformed more and more into His likeness. And peace.

Read Lori’s bio here

Please contact me at [email protected] if I can answer any questions. I’m looking  forward to walking God’s path together!

REGISTER HERE by March 15 for discount

Where on Earth Is the Peace?
12/2/2017 11:30:00 PM BY Lori Hynson

This coming Sunday, Christmas Eve, will also be the fourth Sunday in Advent. And for the first time in my sixteen years at Second Baptist Church of Doylestown, I will give an Advent presentation. The fourth and final one for the season. When asked last month which topic I would like to do, I knew I wanted “Peace.”

You see, Peace is the cure for the SuperGal Syndrome. They are polar opposites, and are mutually exclusive. You cannot attain the peace of God while in the throes of the SuperGal Syndrome. You just can’t. Being stressed and fearful and controlling and all the drama that goes with it doesn’t leave much room for peace, does it?

I’d like you all to see what my church family will hear this Sunday. So, if you’re a member of Second Baptist Church of Doylestown, look away! look away! Either that, or when you hear this on Sunday, you’ll need to act like you’ve never heard it before!

Peace. If asked what we want more than anything in the world, I think most of us would say peace. No matter what we yearn for individually, they all lead back to a need for peace. Here. And now.

The Gospel of Luke, Chapter 2, verses 8 through 14 of the King James Version tells us this well-loved story of a momentous night:

8. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. 10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. 11 For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. 12 And this shall be a sign until you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, 14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, good will toward men.

…and on earth, peace, good will toward men.

But take a moment to read what the NIV Bible says:

14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!

Well, that’s not exactly the same, is it? The first version sounds like peace for all, while the second sounds more like there is an “if” attached. I believe the NIV translation simply goes into more detail.

So, what exactly did the angels mean when they sang of PEACE ON EARTH to those lowly shepherds that night?

Have you ever stopped to really consider how that peace on earth would happen? Did they mean that now that Christ had arrived, everyone on earth would suddenly have peace?

Did they? And do we?

Obviously not.

If that had been God’s intent, of course, it could have happened that way—would have happened, through His supernatural intervention. But God doesn’t roll that way, does He? He allows us to choose.

Those angels weren’t singing of an immediate end of hate. Or wars. Or strife. Or envy. Or anxiety and worry. Or of trying to be our own saviors.

They weren’t speaking of peace that would automatically be handed to every person alive.

“You get peace!” “And you get peace!” “And you get peace, just for being a part of our studio audience today!”

No, the angels told of a peace that would become available to every person with whom God is pleased through the birth, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. And that part wouldn’t even begin for another thirty years.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. –   Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV)

Having the peace of God begins with this choice—do I want to hang on to the world’s point of view, or set my mind on God’s perspective? And once I set my mind on God’s standards, what steps must I take to possess His peace that surpasses all understanding?

The angels supplied the answer: “peace to those with whom He is pleased!”

God’s peace is surely beyond anything this fallen world can understand. And even for those of us adopted into the family of God, peace isn’t doled out with our Baptismal certificates, is it? But the keys to a life of peace are right there for us in God’s Word.  

Do you know them? Have you found them for yourself? Do you spend time in God’s Word learning His ways? His thoughts? His mindsets? His desires for you?

We need to first grasp what Scripture says about how we should live, then put it into practice. We need to set our minds on the ways of God. That’s our call to action. No matter what the world tries to tell us!

To have God’s peace we need His pleasure. The Bible tells me so.

To have His pleasure, we need His plan.

To have His plan we need His Presence.

To have His Presence we need His mindset.

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You. ~ Isaiah 26:3 (NIV)

That right there, friends, is the path to the peace on earth promised on that night so very long ago.

Are you singing the song of God’s peace? Or is the world still chasing you down from beind? Ask God to show you the places you’ve filled with the world where there’s no room for peace. Then set your mind on His ways instead.

May your life be overflowing with God’s peace, and I wish you all a blessed and Merry Christmas!

Xo

Lori