The Story Behind My Tattoo
I may or may not have spent some time seeing from what angles my tattoo would be visible to other people over the course of some normal, “every day” movement. (When I’m not wearing long sleeves, of course.) And I discovered it is really not full on, flat-out noticeable. This explains why nobody at work asked me about it yesterday. Well, that and the fact I’m not going out of my way to show it to everyone and their dog, either.
Because I didn’t get my tattoo to get attention – I got it to remind myself:
- God is unchangeable – His Word and promises are as solid and sure now as they were when first spoken, when first recorded, when I first believed in Him and believed Him. And this is what anchors my soul.
- God is infinite – My moments are numbered by calendars and by clocks, but God is not limited by days or by seconds. He is outside of time and is not boxed in by my failures and shortcomings.
- God cannot lie – This may seem like a variation of my first point, but it’s not really. For too often I think/talk/act like God doesn’t really mean what He says. He’s not really working all things for my good or giving me a future and a hope or walking with me through thick and thin (to name a few). But when I let go of hope, when I doubt His love, I lose the great confidence and peace He offers. But when I see Hebrews 6:18, I am reminded He’s not pulling my leg. He means what He says. Always.
I may not be as articulate in sharing the story behind my tattoo should someone ask me about it in person, but as my friend Andrea commented on Monday’s blog post someone will ask. And now I feel better prepared to share the story behind the swirls of ink on my forearm.
*Photo Credit: mauro.pinotti © 2012 (Flickr via Creative Commons)