When You’re Tempted to Eat Road Kill

Imagine this. You’re at a dinner party. You’re wearing your favorite dress, enjoying the evening. The highlight of the night is the food—beautifully displayed pastries and tasty-looking cakes. The lights are bright. The guests are a having a grand time. It feels magical. Then two waiters come out, one carrying a large platter filled with pies and tarts and other sweet treats, while the other waiter is burdened with a wheelbarrow full of . . . (Are you ready for this?) . . . road kill.

You gasp! (And hold your nose.)

The beautiful platter of deliciousness is set on a side table, and you begin to make your way toward it. But the waiter with the wheelbarrow full of vile-smelling garbage has intercepted you, grinning, and without asking if you really want it, scoops up a plate of the nastiness and is holding it out for you to take. You stare aghast.

“You think I would eat that?” you say. (At least at first.)

But then you start to rationalize.

“But I guess I would have to go all the way over to that table to get that nice-smelling dessert. And it does seem crowded over there. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have this instead.”

You’re surprised when you suddenly realize the plate is already in your hands, and the wheelbarrow has gone on. It’s too late to give it back. You might as well try it. And so you do. It’s nasty and painful and unappealing, but you don’t know how to stop now that you’ve started. How does the plate never empty? How is there always more there? And why do you keep eating it?

A Platter of Truth

Often that dinner party is the story of my life. Jesus offers an awesome platter of truth about me:

He designed me (Isa. 43:7).
He knows me personally (Ps. 139).
He values me (Matt. 10:31).
He never leaves me (Isa. 43:5).
He created me for His glory (Isa. 43:7).

Even though those words are amazing and true, I look at them and decide they’re just too hard to believe. So I just accept the plate of road kill, lies from Satan about who I am and what I’ve done. You too?

Why do we do this? How can we ditch the plate of garbage that we settled for and head instead for the beautiful truth Jesus offers? Here are steps I’ve taken to help kick the lies to the curb and invite God’s truth to settle in.

1. Identify the lies.

Capture the lie when it shows up to do its damage. “Wow, I’ll never be that pretty,” “I’m just not that attractive,” “No one will ever really like me.” Point out the lies and then . . .

(By the way, you have to know God’s truth in order to recognize a lie when it comes your way. This is why we need to dig into God’s Word!)

2. Write the lies down.

Once you have written the lies down, they seem more obvious and ugly. That’s when you can . . .

3. Smash the lies with the truth.

Scratch out the lie, and instead write a corresponding truth. I’m not just saying this cause it might work. It does work. (Check out Isaiah 55:11!) The truth will always win over the lie, but we have to choose to believe it and tell it to ourselves. Sometimes over and over and over and over.

In Psalm 103, David says “Bless the LORD, oh my soul.”

See what he does there? He’s talking to himself. His brain is telling his heart to choose to focus on God. We’ve got to tell ourselves the truth. It’s a daily choice.

(For more on why we should be talking to ourselves, check out this great post from our archives.)

4. Ask for help.

God isn’t asking you to figure this out by yourself. He has given us His Word, the Church, and the Holy Spirit to help us run from lies and hold on to truth. Ask Him to reveal the lies, show the truth, and help you believe what He says about who you are.

Do you find yourself caught up in the lies that Satan throws at you? Do you believe what God says about you? I’d love to hear your thoughts, ideas, and questions. Let’s talk in the comments!

About Author

As a Jesus-follower, blog-loving writer, and coffee-drinker, Liza is constantly looking for new ways to inspire and encourage other young women in their walk with Christ. She recently launched a hand lettering company and blog of her own (BriarberryType.com), and lives in the sunny hill country of Texas where she's in a band with her three brothers.

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