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.
The destructive condition of women who know they can do anything, but feel the pressure to do everything!
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.
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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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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.
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.
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)
SuperGal vs GOD – Second Edition, is being featured now through August 16th on the HEART CHANGE blog by Kathy Collard Miller. She is giving away one autographed copy in a random drawing!
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“As soon as I . . .” get that promotion, make more money, potty-train the baby, get that book written, get over this illness, get out from under this debt . . . then I’ll be content.”
Have you spent your life chasing an endless list of as soon as?
While this is true for most people, it is especially true for those of us living with the SuperGal Syndrome. Running after approval, after some kind of achievement, after what someone else may have.
Contentment is the most valuable thing we can possess in life. We all want the first side of contentment—living satisfied, living peaceful, living joyful. So, we chase after whatever we think will get us there. You know, gets us there. The good there.
But true contentment has a second side. Being content is being at peace with all of our circumstances. Even those that weren’t exactly part of our plan—the failure to locate that pot of gold, the health issue, the ruffled relationships, the wayward kids, seeing someone else achieve what you wanted, comparing yourself unfavorably to others.
“I did it my way” may have been a profitable philosophy for Frank Sinatra, but isn’t going to much help the rest of us. Doing it our way usually leads to frustration, disappointment, anxiety, and failure. It leads to more as soon as.
“Yet true godliness with contentment is itself great wealth.” I Timothy 6:6 (NLT)
What is true godliness? Saying, “I want what You want for me, Lord” and meaning it. Learning what God wants for us. Trusting that God has the best plan for our life, which may or may not include my as soon as.
Want contentment? Who doesn’t? Here’s what works for me—starting my day with gratitude. Refreshing my mind with the positive—God’s beautiful creation, a smile, my ability to take long walks at my age—it’s all there if you look for it. Count your blessings—today’s and yesterday’s. See if that doesn’t open the gate and set your feet on God’s path of peace no matter your circumstances.
Please check out my interview with Craig von Buseck at Inspiration.org!