Can we agree that lying is wrong? Yes?
What if the person we are lying to is ourself; still wrong? Yes.
I recently finished listening to the book, Girl, Wash Your Face: Stop Believing the Lies About Who You Are So You Can Become Who You Were Meant to Be by Rachel Hollis. Man, I like her courage. She digs deep and openly shares the lies that have shaped her life. I listen while she talks about her teenage bother’s suicide, her difficult experience as a foster parent and the lack of sex drive she’s had as a wife and I think, “That’s brave. Whoah, she’s talking about that? She did not just put that down on the table for us to see! Wow, girl, I’ve got to give you props for that brave honesty.”
MY DIRTY LAUNDRY
Meanwhile, I’m doing my own personal spring cleaning. Remember that little game of hide and seek that I recently told you about? I figure if the game works for fears, maybe I should apply it to lies as well because they are pretty much best buds. So I’m over here searching for lies that have shaped my life and they begin raining down on me like the crayons, Cheerios and old french fries do when I absentmindedly remove my son’s car seat from the van.
“Oh gosh, I guess I’ve got them too,” I’m thinking. “Shoot, that’s actually quite a few! Well good on Rachel for sharing. I’m being encouraged and challenged and all that good stuff.”
But then a small voice inside my head, which I believe to be God, asks if I’m willing to share my own dirty laundry with you.
“Nope, not really.”
And then I feel His gentle nudge and I instinctively move my shoulder out of His way and repeat,
“No, really, it’s not necessary!”
It’s true you know.
It’s not necessary that I share my lies with you. Continue reading “i blame Rachel Hollis”