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The Lies We Believe Wrap Up



Every, Single. One.  Of the blogs that my friends have shared about the lies they believed has spoken to me!  I hope they have touched you, too!  I think a big piece of this is recognizing another very important deception that the enemy whispers to each of us.  It is that we are alone.  He wants you to believe that no one else is experiencing the struggle you face- that you are the only one who has made those mistakes or even those dumb decisions.  The enemy wants you to hide.  To keep your pain in the darkness.  He knows if you are isolated, there is much less chance that the truth of the Word and the light will find you there.

Way back at the beginning when the first woman, Eve, listened to the lies of the enemy and disobeyed what God told her, she felt shame.  And the need to hide.  The bible says she and her husband hid from God.  There were consequences for their choices.  And they had broken trust with the One who loved them and created them.  It hurts when we disappoint others.  And God.  But the thing is there is more to the story, and we don’t live there.  Jesus came to break the power of sin and shame and to bring us back to a place of intimacy with the God of the universe.  We aren’t just kicked out of the garden anymore… we are invited into the Holy of Holies!

But if we stay in hiding.  If we don’t share our pain.  If we believe that we are alone and that even He doesn’t see us.  Then the voice of the enemy is easily confused with our own thoughts.  The truth becomes murky and the lies become stronger.

I went to a women’s conference last fall where they did something so powerful.  Every seat had a piece of paper with a list of every kind of painful thing a woman could have endured in her life.  They instructed us not to put our names on it, but to check all the things that applied to us.  I mean everything… rape, loss of a child, drugs, divorce, gossip, slander, etc.  It was all there.  Then we folded up the paper and they directed us to pass it several rows down.  Then we passed them to the right, and the left, and across, and we went on an on passing them around for a long time until there was no way at all to know who had who’s paper.   Then they said this.  Most of us will not stand for ourselves, but will you stand for your sister?  They read down the list and for each item, everyone who had that marked on the paper in their hands would stand.  Shame was removed.  There was no personal implication.  And the result was astounding.  Hundreds of women stood for each painful experience called out.  And in that moment you could feel the lie that you are alone being ripped away like an old bandaid.  I don’t think there was a dry eye there!  

My prayer as you have read these last several weeks of hearts laid bare, is that you would recognize how the enemy has lied to you.  He has been lying for centuries and He is good at it.  And mostly I hope that you will realize that you are not alone.  The bible says “since He himself has gone through suffering and testing, He is able to help us when we are being tested” (Heb. 2:18 NLT).  Jesus is for you.  He is your advocate.  God is called the God who sees us in the Old Testament.  He sees you, sweet sister.  He cares for you more deeply than you can imagine.  And He has fought and is still fighting for you!  

“Sisters” by my Abby, age 8 



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