I'm not doing a book promo right now, I just want to write about this quote. It's funny how hard it struck me when I read it. It is so true so often--I'm not sure how Scott is meaning it, but for me it hit home that it is so much easier for me to believe the lies that I tell myself (thanks to how loudly the devil whispers into my ears) rather than the truth that I know to be true deep down somewhere hidden. The lies about how I look and about how good of a mom or wife I am are the biggies I struggle with. There are so many more daily (hourly) and for some reason I pick the easy road and just latch on to them. Why do I believe the fiction in my head instead of the truths?
This morning Andy and I flew to Denver (and then on our separate ways) and he told me something nice about myself and I just laughed it off. But he didn't let me. He said, "why do you always do that?" Why do I? Why do I laugh off the compliments of a man who loves me? Why can't I believe that they are true?
I don't know. Like I said, this blog was unplanned. . .I was just putting off homework. But then I stumbled across this quote and I had to write. I know I'm not the only one affected by fiction over fact. I really want to work on believing fact instead of fiction for the rest of this month and see where that takes me! We'll see. . . .