I remember in 5th grade begging my mom to get my ears pierced.
Only one other girl in my class had hole-less lobes so I pleaded my case, “But Mooooooom! EVVVVV-ERYONE has their ears pierced but Heidi and me!”
My super-conservative mom told me if God wanted holes in my ears, I would have been born with them.
I retorted, “Well, if he wanted me to wear clothes, then I would have been born with them on too. So, tomorrow I am going to school nude.”
Mom was bluffing. She took me to the Meijer Thrifty Acres grocery store on my birthday that year where a nice lady in the jewelry department pierced them for me.
The pain was worth the cool.
In college, my friend Carmen and her best friend each got one ear double pierced (cool for that time). They said it would be to remind them that they belonged to the Lord; that they were His slaves.
Exodus 21:5-6 says about slaves (who would be bound to work for 6 years and then could go free):
“But the slave may declare, ‘I love my master, my wife, and my children. I don’t want to go free.’ If he does this, his master must present him before God.Then his master must take him to the door or doorpost and publicly pierce his ear with an awl. After that, the slave will serve his master for life.”
I loved Carmen’s idea. An earring to remind me I want to serve God and my family.
However, I am a wimp. And the pain of the first go-round of ear piercing was enough for me!
In fact, I am so thankful I am not a missionary in a country where, if you don’t have your nose pierced, it means your husband beats you. Or, that I don’t have a hubby that thinks I could totally rock the cute-tiny-diamond-stud-nose-ring look.
If either of these were true, I would use a Barbie stick-on earring there instead!
Well, a few years ago, while speaking at a resort on St. Simon’s Island, GA, a group of us from the retreat went shopping downtown on our free time. There, we each bought sterling silver toe rings.
I wear it to remind myself that I am a voluntary slave of Christ. And that I love my Master and my husband and children.
When I see it, I am able to realign my thoughts at those times I want to put myself on the throne. Or, when I grow weary of the serving, and running, and working that is required to be a Christian wife and mom.
I have become so concerned with the many women I meet (and some I know in real life) who have decided the grass is greener on the other side. So, they chuck their families (and sometimes God too!) and venture off to finally “Be happy.”
Now, I am not one who will just sit and wag my finger at them thinking “For shame, you sinner!” God has gently chided me when I have done that in the past saying, “Karen, that could be you someday, you know. Be careful. And prayerful”
Marriage and mothering the way God commands is hard work! It takes patience, time, tears and forgiveness. It requires that we regroup and restart—-sometimes over and over again.
But my toe ring reminds me that this is for life. I am a slave of Jesus and a willing servant of my family. (And it is not a one-way street. They love and serve me too.)
Yes, I am free to do as I’d like. There are no laws in my country against chucking my family and running away. (Come one….you know we moms sometimes dream of running away!)
However, my toe ring reminds me of this:
“Live as free people, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as God’s slaves.” 1 Peter 2:16
Will you sign up to be His slave?
Now, one of you who leaves a comment will win your own silver toe ring and more. You also will get some summery trinkets including tropical Jelly Bellies, some peach sorbet-colored toe nail polish and a tube of Bath & Body Works Coconut-Lime Breeze lotion.
Leave a comment with your thoughts on this post. Winner announced Monday. Have a great weekend!