There is something I need to confess. For years, Girl, God Is Not Done sat on my computer, finished. It was edited, accepted by two publishers, ready to be printed…. And I still couldn’t bring myself to publish it.
Not because I didn’t believe in the message, not because I wasn’t capable of writing it.I didn’t publish it because I felt like a fraud. Here I was writing a book about loving yourself the way God loves you while quietly struggling to do exactly that.
Every chapter I reread seemed to whisper the same question: “Who are you to write this?” That question haunted me.
On paper, I looked qualified. I had spent decades leading marketing teams across the Caribbean, teaching at the university level, coaching leaders, speaking internationally, and earning multiple degrees, including a PhD.
People outside thought I was accomplished, confident and even successful. Beneath all of that was a woman who still wrestled with insecurity, who still questioned whether she was enough. I spent years seeking validation through achievement instead of resting in my identity as God’s daughter. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
How could I write about self-worth while still working through my own?
My second publisher did an incredible job. She transformed my conversational manuscript into nearly 300 pages of polished prose. It was beautiful, professional, impressive. There was only one problem, it no longer sounded like me, I was Googling words in my own book (LOL). I’d read a paragraph and think, I would never say that.
Somewhere between editing and publishing, my voice had disappeared. If I couldn’t recognize my own voice, how could I expect readers to hear God’s… So I stopped, for months, and that turned into years. The manuscript collected digital dust while I convinced myself that someday I’d be ready.
Imposter syndrome is clever, it doesn’t always tell you you’re incapable, sometimes it tells you you’re incomplete. It whispers things like “Finish healing first, become more confident first, get your life together first, then you’ll be qualified to help someone else.” The problem is that healing is rarely finished; growth is constant. If God only used people who had arrived, Scripture would be a very short book.
I had to remind myself that Moses doubted, Gideon questioned, Jeremiah felt too young, Peter failed publicly and Paul carried a thorn… Yet God used every one of them, not because they were perfect, they were simply willing.
One day, while listening to the audiobook Bamboozled by Jesus by Yvonne Orji, I heard these words: “Someone you’ve never met is counting on you. They’re waiting on your ‘yes.'” I had to pause. I realized my fear wasn’t just delaying my obedience; it was delaying someone else’s breakthrough. I thought maybe someone else needed to know she wasn’t the only one struggling to love herself. Maybe someone needed permission to believe that God still had a purpose for her after bad decisions, broken relationships, disappointment, or failure. Maybe my imperfections were the very reason God wanted me to tell the story.
Not after I had it all figured out. NOW.
The biggest shift happened when I stopped thinking I needed to be an expert. I’m simply a fellow traveler. I realized that I’m not writing from the finish line, I’m writing from the journey. Everything in Girl, God Is Not Done came from lessons God patiently taught me… sometimes….maybe most times… repeatedly (covering face).
The book isn’t about a woman who mastered self-love. It’s about a God who patiently teaches His daughters to see themselves through His eyes. I had to remind myself that is a huge difference.
You’re Not a Fraud Because You’re Still Growing. If you’ve ever felt unqualified to start the business, or apply for the job, launch the ministry, write the book, speak on the stage, lead the team…. because you haven’t “arrived” yet…
Hear me clearly.
Growth doesn’t disqualify you; it qualifies your testimony.
People don’t connect with perfection; they connect with authenticity.
They don’t need someone who has never struggled. They need someone willing to say, “I’ve been there, and God didn’t leave me there.”
Looking back, I’m grateful I rewrote this book, not because it became better written, but because I became more honest.Today, I no longer feel the pressure to appear as though I’ve mastered every lesson.
I’m still learning, still healing, growing, surrendering and still becoming. And that’s exactly why I can confidently say what the title has been declaring all along, Girl, God is not done…. Not with me and certainly not with you.