The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

lighthouse

Our Alma Mater

JMU's Wilson Hall against our beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

JMU

4th of July

Fireworks at the Nation's capital

4th of July

Generations

Our boy and Great Grandpa

Generations

On Top of the World

On the Mountain

Christmas Picture

The boys at our favorite Christmas tree farm

Boys

WWII Memorial

Posing with history

WWII Memorial

Baby with a Sun Hat

A lady on holiday...

Sun Hat

Let's Go Fly a Kite...

Flying our new kite at the beach

Kite

Beach Bums

Our guys checking out something in the sand

Beach Bums

The Sunset

Watching another beautiful soundside sunset

Momma watching the Sunset

Watching the Sunset

Watching the sunset over the Sound

Sunset

Moon over Arizona

Looking up at the moon from the mountains near Phoenix

Moon

Deep Thoughts

Contemplating the duck-pond

Deep Thoughts

Inside the Box

A moment of rest

In the Box

Gardening with Grandma

Helping to plant flowers

Planting

Not So Sure

Any idea what she is thinking?

Baby

Finding Comfort

Nothing like a thumb to suck and arms to hold you

The Brothers

Best of friends (most of the time)

Playing Coy

Our shy little lady

Daddy's Girl

Mommy & Her Girl

Christmas tree hunting

Woodcutters

Who gets to cut down the tree?

Sweet Siblings

Snuggles for a baby sister

Celebrating

The Big Three

Loving The Snow

Snow Bear

Watching

And obviously very entertained

Winter Fun

Sledding anyone?

Two Beauties

Mommy's favorite girl and favorite flower

Staying Cool In The Sun

Already a fashion plate

Piercings

Jun 17th, 2008 by angie | 1

The words fly out of my mouth before I think, a response of frustration to the pesterings of my six-year-old. “I am trying to nap, and I’m getting no sleep because of YOU.” Big eyes search my face questioning, a hesitation, a quavering voice, “But Mom, I need your help.” My irritation breaks. My words have pierced the heart of my child. My tone critical. Once again, I am broken. Drawing him up onto my lap, I whisper my sorrows to him, apologizing for using harsh tones and accusing him. His head melds into my shoulder, “I forgive you, Mommy.” How humbling those words are from my child.

For days I have been pondering the words of Solomon, “Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise promotes healing.” (Proverbs 12:18) How many times have my words sliced into relationships leaving hurting holes in the hearts of others? How easy it is to use irritated tones and critical words with the ones I love the most. And how quick to forgive my children and husband are. So I turn again to the One Who has forgiven all, enduring the piercings of my sin on the Cross.

Lord, You are the epitome of forgiveness. Forgive my careless words. My intentional piercings. My tongue, a poison, needs Your antidote. Thank you for the simplicity of a child reminding me of the peace found with forgiveness. May my words be used to heal others rather than leave wounds in their hearts. Thank you for breaking me. Continue the molding process, so I may be more like You and bring You glory.

One Comment on “Piercings”


  1. Natalie said:

    “Oh, this love, how can it be
    That my God would die for me
    For my sins, His wounds did bleed
    Jesus, you were pierced for me”

    - Audio Adrenaline, “Pierced”

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