Out With the Lies

Philippians 4:8 tells us that we are to think on what is TRUE.  I am constantly being reminded, just because a passage of Scripture is familiar to me, does not mean I am walking in accordance with it.  The past two weeks are a prime example.

After my first Dr.'s appointment in Haiti I was informed that I would need to find a place to have blood drawn and have some tests taken.  Simple, right?

This small task turned into quite a stumbling block for me.  At first, I simply put out of my mind the fact that I needed to have blood drawn, after all I had at least a month to get this accomplished.  Then, as time approached I contacted a local clinic to schedule an appointment, and the anxiety began.

I do not like needles!  I can't stand to give blood!  The last time I did this I almost passed out!  What if the person taking my blood cannot understand my Creole and I have a big emergency?!  I'm pregnant, how in the world will I survive not eating breakfast and a curvy drive down the mountain to give my blood?  Did I mention the word blood? And the list continues...

For an entire week after scheduling my appointment I fed myself lie after lie, after lie, as I lived through the "what if's" of the appointment.  Thursday night (the night before my appointment) I was in tears as I sought to convince Trey that I simply could not go through with the appointment.

He listened patiently, but the reality remained, having the tests taken were not an option.  It had to happen.  Fast forward to Friday morning:

I woke up to a settled and calm stomach.  We took the 25 minute drive to the clinic and all was well.  The nurse was friendly and clearly understood my Creole.  A grand total of 10 minutes into the appointment I was checked in, blood taken, and paying to leave.  SUCCESS!!

I feel so silly when I think about all the lies I fed myself for a simple 10 minutes.  I had played out the worst possible scenarios in my head over and over before the actual event and had honestly worn myself down.  All due to lies!

I am currently reading Tamar, by Francine Rivers.  In the midst of some extreme situations Tamar is having a variety of lies told about her throughout the community.  As she struggles to see how people actually come to believe these lies she was hit by the reality that..."A lie told often enough will eventually be accepted as truth."

I find myself in situations like this time and time again.  A small little lie (un-truth) pops into my head and before I know it I believe it to be truth and there is no changing my mind.

Can you relate to this?

The realization of the lies I fed myself over a small, every day detail, such as the blood test, have caused me to search for others lies I am believing.

John 8 describes Satan as the Father of lies.  He desires to see us confused and cause us to doubt.  The very moment I begin to get discouraged over another lie believed, my heart leaps at the reality that I know the TRUTH!

John 14:6, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is TRUTH.  Praise the Lord, as a child of the King, the lies remain just that...lies.

Lord, teach us to think on what is TRUE.  May our hearts be so sensitive to you, that when a lie creeps into our minds we recognize instantly the un-truth it brings and chase hard after you.