Pierced?

All three kids are at school today and it is 2:00PM. It appears they will stay there.

It took a lot of effort, time, medications, and convincing.

There should be a mother reward.

In the meantime, the oil is changed, and I’ve been to Wal*Mart, which was actually enjoyable after all the weather and sickness. I almost took up knitting while I was there. I thought I’d put that off until I was thinking more clearly, but did buy a $.99 pattern I liked it so much, even though I can’t knit or crochet.  I think being stuck at home does odd things like that to reasoning processes.

I also bought some cute tiny stud earrings for my second earring hole which I formally did not wear earrings in because they are not equidistant. You convinced me that does not matter. Let me just say that it hurts to re-pierce a hole that has grown back in internally.  I don’t even like multiple piercings in particular.  But that day, it just seemed something I needed to do.

Yes, I did it myself. With a sterile needle. It was required. I thought I could handle it.

After the tornadoes not hitting, I guess I thought I could take it. 

Yes, it hurt.

Then it swelled up.

For three days.

I couldn’t sleep on my ears for a week.

So, now I’m back to two earrings.  I’ve been wearing two hoops because that’s all I had.   Sort of hip and all that, I guess.  My daughter said it looked weird.  What does she know, anyway? She’s nine. (I went and bought some new earrings.)  I may still wear the hoops some.  Here’s a picture to chronicle the big “two hoop” era which lasted all of five days or so.

Anyway, like you care about my ears. 

But, in the midst of this self-imposed torture, I started thinking about slaves in the Bible whose ears were pierced to the door-frame of the house. The piercing symbolized that they were servants by choice after their obligatory servant term was over. 

How many of us were “once pierced”?  We look like we’ve had a piercing on the outside, but on the inside, our hearts are all grown up?  From one who’s voluntarily given her life to servant-hood to the Most High God for life, there is no greater Love I’d rather serve than God through His son, Jesus.  None.  I am pierced.

Yet, I want an active piercing.  There are places in my own heart that need to be re-pierced.  His truth cannot get through any more.  I am toughened.  Impassable.   Yet the word of God is “living and active, sharper than any double edged sword, able to divide both soul and spirit.”  2 Timothy says.  It’s tougher than I am!  Sharper than my defenses and toughened self. 

I look forward to your thoughts…on either ear piercing or heart piercing.  (And…do you knit?)