So….. here it is. My healed tatt. In all its glory.
And it makes me feel more whole More real. More alive. More full.
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.
Which saved us all.
And we didn’t deserve it.
Not one drop.
But He gives it anyway.
A Free Gift.
God. With. Us.