It Was A Lie!

Years have gone by with a lie that weaved it’s tentacles into my mind. The lie came from childhood. Someone close to me felt a certain way and somehow that found a way into who I became and what I believed.

Only this past year have I challenged it. Why do you believe that about yourself? How will you ever know if it’s true if you don’t push past it and try? And so I did. I took on a new challenge,  a new role, one that scared me. And God has done incredible things by opening my heart and making me realize I had not been true to myself by buying into someone else’s thoughts!

Have you ever challenged a fear that might be disguised as a lie? What do you think you are incapable of doing? Maybe your Mom or Dad said, “I don’t like….” and like me, you thought well, if Mom feels that way, I must be like that too. Think about it. It might not come to you right away.

Don’t let a lie or fear hold you back. Sit down and write out what you fear and then see if you can’t explore the why behind it. Is it a fear you should have? Is it a risk you just can’t take? What’s the worst that can happen if you try?

I pray God reveals to you that you have no reason to fear. If God puts it on your heart, He’ll provide what you need to overcome it.

He challenged me. “Daughter that’s not true. Look at it for real. What do you see that you already do. What do you see?” And I saw. That it was in me already but I’d denied it because I believed the lie.

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7

What are you afraid to try? What lie has God uncovered for you? Share in the comments below.

In Him,


  1. The lies of my childhood were endless.. from your hair is too dark, are you sure you washed it? It doesn’t look clean, to –
    You are useless, you’ll never amount to anything, you can’t do anything right..
    You should go to Hell.

    I am happily married to a loving and hard working man, mom to four terrific kids. We live at the end of a long driveway in a little old farmhouse on the edge of a cornfield.
    I seem to have done okay? Praise the Lord!
    But the lies still wear me down.. I get depressed and there are so many lies to shovel through, I am so tired of shoveling.
    I used to call my best friend like a brother to me. I wouldn’t even need to explain, he would know. He would tell me to hang in there, to read my bible and pray, “Do you know what the bible says? Love God. Can you do that? You’ll be okay.” and he would laugh, such a sweet gentle sound, his laughter.. I would smile too.
    He has gone back to the god of the whiskey bottle. Drinking, living on the street, he’s had a couple of teeth knocked out.
    I must tell myself truths. I can’t worry about him, it does no one any good. God loves him more than I do. It’s okay to cry! It is! It is! No one is going to hurt me if I cry, it’s OVER! He’s dead. Agh, how can I still be afraid of that after all these years? When it was a lie to begin with?
    Sorry, I guess I needed somewhere to pour that out. Maybe it will help someone else.

    • I’m glad you shared. Getting it out helps so much. Have you tried journaling, Amy? Try it if you haven’t and pour it ALL out. You don’t have to hold back when you journal, which is so freeing because sometimes we need to say out loud things that others would condemn us for. I have to process things this way, either talking it out, out loud or on paper. I’m sorry to hear about your best friend. Continue to pray for him. I will do the same for him and for you. Can I suggest a few books for you? Many of them are listed on my bookshelf which I will put back up. Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free, A Confident Heart, and You’re Already Amazing are on the top of my list of books to suggest for you.

  2. I think I’m afraid to let others in and to actually let what I think are protective walls but likely are isolating ones fall crashing down.
    Court recently posted..He gives us roses.

    • That can be really hard. I still have walls I put up. And if I think someone doesn’t like me or will judge me, my walls go up fast. I can physically feel them. I get better with it as I get older. It takes time and an ability to trust that God can heal ALL our wounds…

  3. I really hope that at some point in the future, I could look at this as if I’d written them. I’m not there yet. I have so much overcoming-of-fear ahead of me. And I’m terrified but I want to do it so badly. This is on my heart a lot lately. Thank you for posting it.
    Just me recently posted..I think…

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