I didn't meet Husband until I was 30 years old, so I had a lot of good quality girl time in my years after college graduation. My friends and I would pack a bag, drive up into the Ozark Mountains and camp out all weekend at one of the girl's parent’s lake house. We would lie around all day (doesn’t that sound glorious???) in our jammies and watch entire seasons of Law and Order while eating Doritos and brownies. A full day and night of sugar, carbs, drama and murder. Sounds healthy, right?

It was his usual weekly planning call. “Babe, I booked my travel for the week…and then I realized it is Easter weekend. Do I need to cancel it?” My automatic reaction was to say yes, but something in my spirit stopped me. I had a thought that had never occurred to me before. As believers, shouldn’t we live every day as if it’s Easter?

Fast forward a few weeks and I get a weepy message from a friend whose munchkin was dealing with some pretty serious bullying. After sharing the details, my friend asked for advice. As I felt the anger boiling in my bones for the injustice of it all, I heard that still, small voice whisper, “two truths and a lie” and I immediately knew how we were going to attack the problem. Instead of getting wrapped up in the details, The Lord was telling us to go to the source. Let’s skip over all the symptoms and go straight to the disease. The real problem is that we all walk around every day wrestling with two truths and a lie.