A Servant of God, His Majesty
ChildrenIn 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!
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