I was well into my thirties when my best friend, who’d worked for a dentist, informed me that, yes, you’re supposed to brush the backs of your teeth, not just the fronts. As a goody two-shoes, rule-following nerd, I was HORRIFIED! My whole life, I thought you only had to brush the parts that showed.
Lie number two.
I discovered this truth at sixteen while learning to drive.
What a nightmare.
1976. Mother and I were in our ’66 Chevy Impala, “The Blue Goose,” with me hunched over the steering wheel like an old woman. Clamped on in the ten and two position exactly like the manual instructed, sweaty palms, my heart about to beat out of my chest, I tried so hard to keep the car the middle of the road.
“Julie, what in the world are you doing?” Mother said. “You’re staring at the nose of the car.”
“I’m keeping it inside the white lines.”
“No, no, no. Don’t look at the car. Look way off down the road.”
Lie number three.
I thought if I could somehow become a perfect mother, I’d raise perfect children. Ha! Double ha-ha on that one!
I believed the more committees I served on, the busier I stayed (never mind my heart or my motives), the more God would love me.
I thought His love was based on something I did or didn’t do. Have you ever heard of such nonsense?
Now in my fifties, I brush the backs of my teeth, keep my eyes on the road, and I’m learning to relax in His unfailing love and grace.
Sometimes we have to admit we’ve been mistaken in order to grow.
What crazy lies have you believed?