I lied in an interview once.
Not a big lie…
Just “I’m very good with Excel.”
Truth? I could barely open it.
But I needed the job.
Got hired.
First week, panic mode.
Every task felt like an exposure waiting to happen.
So I did something simple:
I went home every night and learned exactly what I was asked to do… on YouTube.
Slowly, I stopped pretending.
I actually became good.
Months later, my boss said:
“You’re one of our most reliable people.”
I didn’t say anything. Just smiled.
Because the truth is…
Sometimes, you don’t become confident before the opportunity.
You grow into it after.
“Be honest—would you ever lie to get an opportunity?”
My husband has been lying to me for years.
Ever since we started dating, whenever we order pancakes and they come with strawberries on top, he always pushes the strawberries onto my plate. I never questioned it. I just assumed he didn’t like them.
On one of our first brunch dates, I remember picking all the strawberries off my stack first. He noticed. After that, every single time, his strawberries somehow ended up with mine.
It became routine. He’d slide them over. I’d eat them. I genuinely believed he hated strawberries.
The other weekend, we went out for breakfast again. Feeling playful, I lifted one off my plate and said, “Do you want one?”
Without thinking, he said, “Yeah,” and ate it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I stared at him. “Wait… you like strawberries?”
He laughed. “Of course I do.”
“So why have you been giving me yours for years?”
He shrugged and said, “Because i know you love them. And I love watching you enjoy them.”
And just like that my heart just melted, because for years I whole-heartedly believed this man hated strawberries.
But no.
He loves them.
He just loves me more.
Going to this Hallelujah challenge to be transformed.
Not to ask for things. (Not because I don’t have requests)
But mainly to draw nearer. That through my character, my life, and the results it produces, men will see Jesus and desire to be aligned with him.
And suddenly, I became the person who takes a while to respond, who enjoys being alone, who disappears when something feels "off.".
I don't chase conversations or beg to be understood anymore. I got tired of giving my all to people who never really cared. I used to overthink everything, now I protect my peace. If someone wants to stay, they will. If they want to leave, I'll let them. Being alone doesn't scare me anymore...Losing myself does.
a mom shared that her 22 year old son flew home to see her and she could tell something in him felt heavy. they spent the day together, and by night he was asleep in her bed, the deep kind of sleep that only comes when you feel safe.
she said sometimes life gets overwhelming and the answer is simply come home, be loved, and reset. that really touched me.