I’m a Big Fat Liar, Too

Every time I say I won’t do something again, like eyeball – or worse, eat – another devil dog, I’m lying. I know it. Sweetman knows it. Even the grocery store cashier knows it. In fact, maybe she knows it most of all. One of those dear souls will half-jokingly ask me if everything’s okay if I haven’t been through with a box of my sweet treats in more than a couple of weeks.

Oh, I say I won’t eat another one again. I may even mean it. The point is, I lie.

And, not just about my eating habits.

Here’s the truth: I’m one hot mess of a human.

I need God.

I need His grace.

I need to keep rubbing shoulders with others who can remind me that I don’t have to keep apologizing over and over and over again for sins of gluttony, slander, covetousness, and the host of other things I constantly find my humanity bumping up against.

Because, Jesus came so that I could keep putting one foot in front of the other.

And trying it all over again with the next breath He gives me.

Jesus came so that I could see, so that you could see, how desperately we humans are in need of grace throughout our days.

All of these thoughts are swirling around me this past week, as news of Brian Williams’ audacity to lie about news he was delivering, to lie to us on national television, is broadcast through every media outlet possible.

As if, there are no other lies on National Television.

Do I even need to go there?

Are we all so righteously living, and grace-less, that we can decide how awful a man is without thought to how thoroughly hypocritical that is?  Aren’t we all staring down the tube of our own RPG’s daily? Even if only in our minds?

He screwed up.

I don’t know about you, but I do this daily.

Hourly.

Yep. I’m a big fat liar, too.

I thank God for the grace to keep trying again.

I’d like to think that we can extend grace beyond where we feel comfortable.

Lord only knows how often it’s done on our behalf.

Yes indeedy.

Five Minute Friday – Afraid

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Usually, this, up there, is the kind of stuff that makes me afraid. And so, I resort to The Funny, just like the clever answerer did above. But that Funny? It’s masking my some serious fear.
 
I am, at my core, very afraid. I still choose the lies that the enemy slings at me more often than I choose the Truth that could pour over me; far more often than I’d like to admit. And when I make a mistake?  Or, fail?  Then, that fear can close in like a thick dark blanket, with every intention of snuffing me out.
 
But just as often as I make the wrong choices, my Savior reminds me of the one right choice He made.  For me.  And you.  The one choice to give His life for my life. The one choice that will trump that lousy fear every. single. time.
 

“When I am afraid, I will trust in you.”

Psalm 56:3

 
Such simplicity in those nine words.  Placed on repeat, though, in the midst of my worst fears and darkest moments, they become just the boost of courage that I need. And a reassuring reminder that He is someone whom I safely can put my trust in. Time and time again. Oh, yes indeedy!
 

I’m linking arms with some of the most encouraging and inspiring writers every Friday over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog.  We follow a simple rule.  Write for five minutes and then stop.  We allow a one-word prompt to speak into our hearts and then we pour it out onto the page, so to speak. Intriguing, isn’t it?  If you’d like to join in, or just read along, click the button below.

 

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