My roommate finally walked in. It was our very first day at the university. We exchanged our details then she asked…
“What does your mom do?”
I had to think very fast because I was not about to say “she sells fruits and vegetables“… so instead I said “she works at a bank” That’s what I told her and everybody else I met at the university.
You see this didn’t seem like a big lie at first. They don’t even know me and they will never really find out about my mom.
It might have been a small lie but I had given the devil something to work on. Because every time the issue about my family came up, I had to come up with another lie to cover up for that one little lie I had told.
So the lies piled up and before I knew it, I couldn’t even recognize the person in the mirror. A little lie had all of a sudden turned my whole life into a lie and I felt trapped.
How was I ever going to say “Hey guys remember when I said my mom works at the bank?… I actually lied.”
It may sound easy, but it just wasn’t that simple. Fixing that one lie would mean I would have to fix all the other lies I told after that and I just couldn’t humiliate myself like that.
I still went to church every Sunday. People testified, but I never heard anyone say the Lord had delivered them from lying… so I thought maybe it’s normal. After all, everyone has a little something to hide.
However, this bothered me because somehow I felt like people could see right through me. Because of this, I felt the need to put in a lot of effort to prove that I was genuine. Soooo draining. I thought telling the truth was difficult, but lying is so much worse because you have to remember everything you told certain people.
And that alone is a full time job…. Because eventually lies do catch up with you one way or another. I always prayed that my friends from school would never meet my friends from church. Simply because the others knew a different story from the others. To some… my mom was dead, to some… she was hospitalized, and to some… she was working at the bank.
And then I got tired….. I wanted out. I knew this wasn’t how one was supposed to live. I had never heard anyone say “I used to be a liar, but the Lord delivered me.“
…but I just had this strong belief that He would rescue me. I did not know how it was going to happen, but I knew it was going to happen. No, I did not go back to any of my friends to confess I had been living a lie. Instead I said…
“Lord, if there’s going to be any changes in my life, I want You to reveal them.“
I did not just wake up one day very truthful. It was a long process. It didn’t take a month, 3 months, or 6 months. Situations that tempted me to lie arose and every time I made the decision to tell the truth.
I had to make telling the truth my number one priority even when I thought I could have possibly gotten away with a lie. I saw the good Lord working patiently with me to my deliverance. Truth is I don’t know when and how exactly it happened, but He set me free. THE LORD SET ME FREE FROM ME!!! He changed me from inside out and I can’t possibly take the glory…..He can set you free.. yes it is true!
I have a testimony…..
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