That Time I Pierced My Pinkie Toe With a Fork

That Time I Pierced My Pinkie Toe With a Fork

So, a couple of weeks ago I pierced my pinkie toe on my left foot with a fork.

I was holding the baby on one hip and scooping my breakfast (scrambled eggs — you needed to know) onto my plate with the other hand. I forked a piece of sausage and turned to sit at the table.

But the blasted fork handle was too heavy and it flipped right off the plate. The sausage went flying. The fork went down. I tried to not drop the baby or further scare the panicking children because the little pool of blood obviously meant I was going to die.

Yes, that was as pleasant as it sounds. 

I still have two prong marks. It’s still sore.

Sometimes, pain comes from the oddest, most unexpected places.

Sometimes it’s a lot worse than being pierced and sore. Sometimes we have our hearts ripped wide open and there are wounds that forever mark us.

Sometimes the pain is like a sniper attack from those we love most.

Last week was my dream week. A time I set aside to specifically, intentionally, listen for God’s soundtrack through life.

I don’t want to bang out my own messy notes and call it beautiful music — I want to live and serve and work along with Him. I want to be like Him. I want to learn to sing what He is singing. 


My last day on the ‘net before my break I wrote: “I wonder what He is singing about this week.”

He must have wanted me to know, and quickly. The very next morning, He brought my eyes directly to these verses:

“Therefore let everyone who is godly pray to you while you may be found; surely when the mighty waters rise, they will not reach him. You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.” (Psalm 32:6-7)

Songs of deliverance.

Songs. Multiple. Plural. Many — enough to surround when the mighty waters rise. 

They have been rising over here this week. It’s been a suit-up or get beat-up kind of week.

I don’t know what your past week was like, or what this one holds for you — but no matter what song may screech through the day — we are invited into the refrain of His.

Just a couple of verses later in Psalm 32 (verse 11): “Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous; sing, all you who are upright in heart!”


Songs of deliverance.

Music is spiritual and I need to sing with Him — especially when I don’t feel like it. Start softly, beloved. The strength to continue will come.

Here are some of my favorite lines from songs of deliverance I’ve been singing along with Him:

“… Here I raise my Ebenezer, hither by Thy help I’ve come…”

“… I know Who goes before me, I know Who stands behind, the God of angel armies is always by my side. The One who reigns forever, He is a friend of mine…

” I will call upon the LORD

Who is worthy to be praised

So shall I be saved from my enemies.

The LORD liveth! And blessed be the Rock

And let the God of my salvation be exalted!… “


” You are my hiding place

You always fill my heart

With songs of deliverance

Whenever I am afraid

I will trust in You… I will trust in You.

Let the weak say I. Am. Strong. 

In the strength of the Lord! “


Pain can wail and hold long notes so we’ve got to remind each other the Singer’s promises and nature:  “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you.” (Psalm 32:8)

So please share. What are some of your favorite lyrics and links to songs? 

Let’s sing with Him today.

Love you. Hang in there.





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