One of my children was a pathological liar. I’m not going to name the child nor the gender, I’d never do that. Let me just say this child lied about everything. Always. Every time.

So one day when I found this child in another lie, we sat together on the livingroom couch. I asked why the constant lies. The answer? “Mum, I don’t know.” So I said, “ok, if there’s no reason, if you truly don’t know, then I suspect it might be a lying spirit. I have the authority here and I’m going to command that spirit to leave. Is that ok with you?” “Yes.”

I told that spirit to leave in the name of Jesus. The child gave a huge yawn. And I never, ever in all the years since, have ever known that child to lie ever again.