Confession #79: I Am Weeding Out The Lies

tree and lightJohn 8:44 says that, “He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.”

My native language is English. My little ones, Creole. Satan’s native language, however, is lies.

And he has been trying to lie to me a lot.

For years.

And until recently, I didn’t even notice.

And ya’ll, that scares the crap out of me!

He has been real sly in his approach. Lying through others, through media, through the status quo, and through stressful situations.

Jillian….

You’re too young to understand this situation.

You’re too naïve to handle this one.

You’re just a girl; leave this one to the men.

Who do you think you are? A woman trying to speak?

There is no need to stand for the truth and for justice. After all, how often does justice really grace the poor anyway?

Because you are young and because you are a woman, you need to prove yourself, defend yourself, always.

You aren’t pretty enough.

Rich enough.

You can’t truly be happy if you don’t have ________.

You’re too weak to do that.

Nobody will listen to you when you write, so why bother?

Some days, being just a mom isn’t enough. Why are you not out there saving Haiti?

These teens you work with never love you the way you love them so why try so hard?

If you aren’t going to make good, full meals for your family every day then you are you really providing for them?

Unless you do every craft on Pinterest, complete every subject in school everyday, and master the art of doing Dalencia’s hair- then you suck at being a mom! 

And the list goes on, but you get the point.

And until recently, I (ashamedly) never noticed his lies. I heard what others were saying and what society was saying and took it all to heart. I took all these things for truths- for years.

Until recently.

Until recently when God granted me wisdom, opened the scales from my eyes, and set me free from the bondage of those lies.

It took Him a while. I’ll admit.

I was stubborn with God in the beginning. I don’t know. I think it was easier for me to hold onto the lies than to let them go. It was easier for me to believe I was unworthy and unqualified than to possibly…just maybe…be good enough.

If I was good enough, then I would have to be vulnerable.

If I was good enough then I would need to stand strong.

If I was good enough then I would be free to be me.

And more so, would people like the good enough me? Would the good enough me be good enough for my husband, for my kids, for my ministry, for the world?

And then I was reminded…

If I am good enough for God, that is all that matters.

Satan may be the father of lies, yes, but Jesus is the “Way and the truth and the life” (John 14:6). Through Him, all truth can be made known. Through Jesus, all lies can be tested and life in Him can be found.

Satan- he is going to lose this battle. Nah, let’s scratch that one out. He HAS already lost this battle. After all, I belong to the Most High God. Satan is going to continue to try to lie to me, I know. But my guard is up, and I am ready to battle every lie he sends my way with God’s truth by my side!

I am so excited for the freedom that awaits me- the freedom that will come from living in the peace of the truth rather than the gloom of the lies. I am starting at the foundation- trying to identify the lies and then seeking God’s truth for me through prayer, scripture, and my Christian family.

But I won’t stop there.

This isn’t just about me.

Because now that my eyes have been opened to the lies in my own life, God has also made me aware of the lies in the lives of many of the teens I work with:

You are a lowly orphan; you are not worthy.

You are a victim to your poverty, to your citizenship, to your orphan status, to your lack of education. However could you rise above?

You can’t do any of this on your own.

Nobody could ever truly love you. 

God’s power is not bigger than Voodoo.

And the list goes on…

So while I sort out the lies in my own life, I believe God is calling me to help our teens sort out theirs as well.

I am not sure what all that looks like exactly. Hunter and I have volunteered to take over Thursday night devotionals at Emmaus House. I believe we are going to start there. And through example- especially in my own life. If they see me weeding out my own lies, maybe they will be stirred to seek out their own. I pray. I hope. I am confident this is God’s plan. Even if just for one.

Satan’s lies- I hate them. They can destroy who God made you to be if you aren’t careful. So I say no more! No more in my life. And as long as God has me in the lives of my teens, I will try to help them overcome as well!

What about you? Has the father of lies try to creep around in your life lately? How did you notice his presence? How did you fight the battle? How has God’s truth set you free?

~ Jillian

Comments

  1. Excellent post! Those lies are more dangerous then the chains of sin. Sin we recognize and know to repent and receive forgiveness. But the chains of lies are exceeding long and we don’t realize that we are tethered to them and that they control us. Keep breaking the chains, Jillian!

  2. Mark & Holly says:

    Thank you for this message!

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