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In the years that followed, whenever I remembered to sing that song when falling into self-pity or anger, I was filled with awe that singing it always dissipated the “nasties,” immediately.  But over time, the experience and song slipped from my mind and I found myself struggling again with the same attitudes.  How could I have forgotten the vow I made to willingly be a servant of God.

I needed another memory tool.  What could it be?  I wanted to be more than God’s handmaiden, I wanted to be His bondslave.  “Put an awl through my ear,” I cried, tugging at my earlobe.  That’s it! I thought, inspired to try something else to remind me of my commitment.  I decided to have my ears pierced! 

But, how and when to do this?  I certainly didn’t want to go to a tattoo parlor.  When I asked my daughter-in-law about where one had their ears pierced, she asked me why I wanted to do this, now, at this stage of my life?  When I explained, she told me, with choked voice, that she pierced ears as part of her job at Merle Norman Cosmetics.  That had never occurred to me and I was thrilled to find someone I loved to help me achieve my symbolic goal.  I decided to do it on Good Friday – the day Jesus was pierced for me.

I wish I could say piercing my ears has kept me from ever forgetting that I am not my own. No, I still forget but God has numerous creative ways to remind me again and again that I am privileged to be a servant of God, His Majesty!