Healed

So….. here it is. My healed tatt. In all its glory.

And it makes me feel more whole More real. More alive. More full.

More me.

I dont know why… Dont ask me. I know the Bible forbids tattoos…Altho I think they were mentioned in a very specific context in the old testament. Not that I take the OT lightly. And the New Testament might be including tattoos when it talks about your body being a Temple of the Spirit of God. So…

Yeh. I don’t know that that makes me “more” of a heathen too, or what. But I know that for some reason, its just something I had to do. For myself. Almost to prove to myself I could do it. lol Not that I haven’t endured enough pain in my life, and am still standing. But just because, I wanted something significant, something permanent, to represent me, and what I am, who I am. And something that also embodied my attachment to my daughter, too.

I still want to get a tattoo for her, as well. Maybe even simply just her name. Like the Bible says, somewhere, he has our names tattooed on his hands. We are HIS children. I want my daughter’s name to be a part of me, permanently, forever. As a banner, for all to see. She belongs to me. And I, to her.

And in her name, there is the name of my Savior, as well: Emmanuel. Emmanuella.

And Grace.

Which saved us all.

And we didn’t deserve it.

Not one drop.

But He gives it anyway.

A Free Gift.

Emmanuel.

God. With. Us.

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About Shannon

My life is summed up in two words: Saving Grace. God saw fit to bless me with a little girl who, for all intents and purposes, turned out to be my saving grace. She is the best part of my life, and the best part of me. I am a single working mother (I know, that phrase is redundant :) so I don't have a lot of time for extracurricular activities, but I like to write, and so I thought I'd start another blog (I've had many in the past) so that I could have an outlet for myself, during my down time ...whenever that can be snatched. It's few and far between these days.... but we'll see where this takes me.
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