I am so happy that I read The God of My Parents. For over 40 years, I have chosen to read books by Christian authors. I consider this book equal to any of the others, most of which were written by well-known authors.

I would highly recommend it for those who already have a relationship with God and for those who are skeptical.

Liz skillfully described critical scenes from her life story in such a way that I almost felt as if I were in the background, seeing, hearing and feeling what she was experiencing.

I could feel her pain and despair in the beginning and then rejoiced with her as she grew in her understanding of God and developed a deeper intimacy with Him. Her honesty made me feel involved in her journey to wholeness.

I appreciated her sense of humor. She made me smile and laugh out loud. Her choice of words was thoroughly entertaining. And I admired her willingness to be totally honest so that others could benefit from her journey.

She offers hope to those who are struggling with the same issues that she battled and she gives sound, practical advice to those who want to be a source of encouragement to those who are seeking help.

She gives an honest account of how she struggled with her parents’ faith and how she came to realize how much God loved her and developed her own unshakable faith in Him.

The last line of the book is, “But what came next is a story for another day.”

It sounds as if she is writing another book.

I can’t wait!!


This book. Wow.
I’ve never read a more full account of the human journey in relation to our Heavenly Father. Most accounts focus on one aspect or another, either the struggles or the victories, the sweetness or the pain. But never, in my experience as a reader, have I encountered all of it wrapped up into one. Never in such a way that the lows weren’t white washed in victory, or the victory diminished by the challenges. Somehow, in Liz’s story, she allows the reader to appreciate the realities of grief, disappointment, and pain, while also giving an account of the reality and completeness of healing and victory. And all the while not forcing it into a before and after paradigm.
I’m also left in awe of the way Liz engaged the discussion of the most difficult and uncomfortable topics, while also being sensitive to the reader. After reading Liz’s book, I now realize how often I’ve been abused at the hand of an author who brazenly leads unsuspecting readers right into the midst of graphic and traumatic accounts (reality or fiction). Other authors seem to delight in plunging their reader right into the pain. This couldn’t be more different from the delicate and gentle way Liz treats her reader. She foreshadows. She warns and dismisses fears about the upcoming narrative, knowing we’re all anticipating the worst. We’ve come to brace ourselves for the worst because we’ve been lead into pain and anguish so many times by other authors in an attempt to create empathy. She doesn’t use the perhaps antiquated direct address “dear reader,” but It’s clear that Liz is writing with the heart of her reader in mind.
Those of you who are afraid of issues of sexuality – either your own or someone else’s, read this book. You will come away with the deeper understanding you so desperately need, without being traumatized in the process. Liz’s story is not an easy one, but it’s so full of light.
And I trust the epilogue is hinting at what I’m hoping for…
A sequel.

I finally got around to reading The God of My Parents (it’s been on my list for a while), and I’m so glad I did! Brené Brown says courage originally meant “to tell your story from your heart.” Liz Flaherty has to be one of the most courageous women I know–and I know a lot of courageous women. I believe one of the most obvious signs of healing in a believer’s life is the ability to own their story–the good, the bad, and the ugly–and tell it with honesty, humor, gratitude, humility, AND authority over the issues that used to beset them. Liz does this masterfully. This book cracks open the tough yet extremely common experiences we share in this fallen world–anxiety, rejection, shame, loss, pain, and all the ways we try to heal our pain. Liz’s story tells the truth about how bad things happen to us, and our responses make it worse–but when we are finally overtaken and surrender to the One who loves us more than we can imagine, He not only heals us to the core; He teaches us to walk in wholeness and offer hope to others. The final chapters are filled with LIz’s practical wisdom for restoring identity and how to extend God’s love and healing to the world around us. Do yourself a favor and read The God of My Parents!


This is the most incredible, relevant, loving, honest, inspirational, motivating book I’ve read in a very long time. It is so refreshing to read a book that rings so true… It fills a void in the Christian literature, bringing clarity to the phrase “God Is Love”. I feel like it is the beginning of a dialogue with God and others, not a finite “how to” manual. It truly points one toward God.

Like a long walk with an old friend.

In turn heartrending and hopeful, the story of a young woman’s journey is splendidly and at times inspiringly told. I’m anxious to read “the rest of the story.”


This is one of the best Christian books I have ever read…its so good, I would comfortably recommend it to people who don’t identify as being Christian because it is interesting, honest, funny, deep, relatable, well-written, and unique enough to appeal to pretty much anyone. I read the whole thing in one sitting (200 pages in 3 hours.) I will admit that going from the first 3/4 which was basically a very well-written, easy to follow and visualize narrative to the last 1/4 which was more of a helpful spiritual teaching required a bit of a switch mentally. Her advice and insight at the end is very good, but it is also deep. The first part goes so fast, it’s like careening down a hill as you are pulling on the e break while the ending is like a quiet, thoughtful walk at a slight incline. Both are good, but very different. Feel free to take your time on the last part instead of trying to keep the pace of the first. It will be worth it.

The God of my Parents brings a level of empowerment that has widely been overlooked and ignored by most of the church. There has existed a gap between those who have taken to Christianity easily and those whose lives have been far more complex and difficult to reconcile within the scope of the fundamental evangelic experience. Liz G Flaherty takes us on a journey with her that is rich with both an inherited legacy of life with God and the rawness of the confusion of an imperfect life and the emotions that come along with it.

If you are someone who has ever experienced sexual identity issues, same sex attraction, addiction, alcoholism and anxiety issues, you need to read this book. Often the greatest solutions to these issues is not a list of self help keys or 10 ways to defeat sin in your life books but rather the sincere and genuine story of someone’s life. The human experience meeting with the Divine and the telling of a relatable testimony of God can shatter bondage and start the process of transformation where a list of principles, though helpful, will often fail. This book is packed with such power and is inspiring even to Christians who are not dealing with such things but seek to know and understand the plight of so many in our culture that come from various spiritual backgrounds.

As a born again Christian who was not raised in the church, I found Liz’s story shocking, hilarious, sad and altogether powerful. It opened my eyes to the people all around us who have untold stories. My hope is that many Christians would resist being satisfied with knowing people by the hello’s and how are you’s of social church and begin to ask those around them, “Can I hear your story?” You may just discover a Liz whose story has not been told yet and an untold story is like a song written but never heard; a true tragedy of the human heart.