A Permanent Reminder
I’m a nervous traveller. Not for trips in general, but if it involves an airplane and leaving the country (never mind more than one flight), I’m on edge. Many prayers are quietly whispered and I loathe having my husband out of my sight for any longer than a bathroom break. So I was more than a bit on edge during our airport travels for our 2010 Fiji trip, particularly on the first leg of our trip back (all those hours flying over the ocean . . . Thanks, Lost). And I remember one thing I was going to do when I was safely back on home soil:
Get a tattoo.
Now that seems like a silly thing to offer up as a bargaining chip to God when on an airplane beside a woman who tells you at least three times her husband is a diabetic but still enjoys a glass of wine. Maybe it was the altitude and hopping across time zones. I don’t know. But I have often appreciated the artistry of a well-done tattoo, of hearing the stories behind these permanent markings of ink on flesh. So upon making it safely home, I quietly set about the task of figuring out what I would like to carry around on me for the rest of my days.
And today I have an appointment where a part of this Scripture will be put on my skin as I continue to get it into my heart:
So God has given both His promise and His oath. And these two things are unchangeable for it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to Him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. ~ Hebrews 6:18 (NLT)
A picture (or two) will follow later today. (!!!!)
And here is a picture of my tattoo, just after it was finished:
*Photo Credit: Stuart Chalmers © 2011 (Flickr via Creative Commons)