For the Love of Truth

Dear Lucy,

I don’t get the lies, Lucy. I just don’t.

Today, in the latest of a string of tall tales, you told your Mother’s Day Out teacher that I’m pregnant with a girl.

Not true.

That was after you told her you received an iPad and iPod for Christmas.

Again. Not true.

Last year, you told your teacher I died.

Very not true.

And that your dad was in jail.

Very very not true.

Your dad and I have spoken to you about truth-telling until we don’t even know what to say anymore. You’re four, and the concept of honesty is not one you appear to cherish. In your world, it’s way more fun to continue with the lie. I honestly think you tell them because of the reaction you receive. The truth is rarely as shocking or as fun to tell.

I’ve heard you tell complete strangers that you are eight years old. When we were building our house, you told an electrician that you built all of the cabinets in our kitchen out of clay. That you’ve been making cabinets for five years. Which I guess if you were eight years old, instead of the four you actually are, would be maybe believable?

Though I wish I could remember all the stories you’ve told, I’m sure there are ones I’ve forgotten.

But what I haven’t forgotten is your love of a good make-believe story. The kind that makes strangers laugh out loud when your short four-year-old self tells them you’re eight. I was upstairs painting when you told the electrician you made the kitchen cabinets out of clay. His laughter was infectious as he later retold your words. I didn’t even correct you about lying that time.

Sometimes, it’s been funny.

But there’s a part of me that worries that if it continues, you’ll never learn to value honesty.

So instead of worrying, I am writing you this letter about why I think honesty matters. Why truth should be of foremost importance. Why fact is of greater worth than fiction.

There’s all sorts of Biblical reasons for truth. Most importantly would be that Jesus said “the truth sets you free.” His word is truth, and when we abide in that, we are free. It free us to love God and love others. Truth sets us free

I am certain you will understand the value of truth one day.

When I’m at a loss, clueless how to respond to your barrage of lies, I often pray over you that you’ll cling to the truth, that you will understand the beauty in it and not be distracted by the lies. Because when you walk in the truth He’s spoken over you – that you are loved, cherished, valued – there’s no need for the lies. His promises destroy the lie and give value to the truth.

You’re so little. And sometimes, your lies are so funny.

But when you’re older, I pray the truth permeates your very soul with no room for deception to creep in and control you.

Because you’re not eight. You’ve never built cabinets. Your mom is alive, and your dad isn’t in jail. I’m not pregnant (and neither are you – because you told someone once you had a baby in your belly). We don’t live in Texas. And you don’t have a pet snake.

You are four. You’re blessed with three siblings and a mom and dad who love you and would give their lives for you. We live in Louisiana and have one cat and two dogs.

And you are loved by the Creator of this World. You’ve been called His, and He will love you like no one else. Cling to these truths when you’re tempted to believe the lie.

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