Who in the world ever made up that one?
Harsh words pierce, like nails. Slowly causing the skin to flinch at first, then sinking deep, deeper still, to the bone. Where it sticks.
Truth told? I'm guilty as charged - "name caller!" Just a few days ago I pierced, cut, broke, hurt, wounded. Deep. Deeper still.
Before the sun could set on those nails, church time came. Dilemma.
His word says not to make an offering at His altar unless I've made peace with my brother. Or, husband, Love.
So, I obey. Confess, apologize, reach deeper still to do my best to let go, even if only just a little. Praying for strength. In classic form, He showed up.
He is Gracious. Forgiving. Nail Pierced.
Hours later choir starts up, their words piercing, different. And we soar with the most beautiful names...Holy, Awesome, Faithful, Healer, Savior, ALL THAT!...which pierced, cut, broke, and softened my heart. Calling His name has power!
It sounds like this. Do some name calling. Get your praise on, turn it up!
Make time today to call out loud, to His face. And as you do it, just wait and see if your heart doesn't get pierced with love as you do it. For His glorious name.