Fact or Fiction?

So, I was cruising Facebook just now (because I have a paper due and I am in no mood to write it) and I saw this picture on a friend's wall (thanks, Tiff).  The quote is by a friend from Baylor (okay, not a friend, but the brother of a friend--he would recognize me if he saw me, but he'd have no idea what my name is and out of context the same would apply in reverse probably).  He has a book coming out in a couple of weeks and I'm sure it will be great.

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. . . .