I get asked CONSTANTLY what my tattoos are for. And this is not a complaint - actually it's a praise! One of the reasons I wanted to get my tattoos was because they were in visible places that people would be able to see. I knew they would be good conversation starters.
So here's yet another conversation starter.
The one on my wrist is three dots ... - it's an ellipses. To be continued. To continue writing. Not the end, but rather a continuation of a thought. A break. Or maybe something that has been excluded from the story. An ellipses can have many different uses in writing. Mine is all of them, and yet none of them.
Mine is my reminder that God holds the pen. He has written my story, and is still writing more details. My story is fully known and complete and redeemed by Him, and yet it has not been closed and forgotten on a shelf as He moved onto a different story.
It is my reminder that in my darkest times, I have a Creator who loves me enough to write my identity. Not to leave me to find it out on my own, but to have it written for me to go to whenever I need reminding of who I am and who I am not.
I am a child of the most high God.
I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am filled with grace.
I am not alone.
I am not forgotten.
I am redeemed.
I am lead.
I am beautiful.
I am strong in my weakness.
I am held.
I am perfected through Him.
It is my reminder that I am not my scars. I am not what has happened to me. I am not the product of a fallen and sinful and hurtful world.
My second tattoo says "volim te" which means
"I love you"
in Croatian. The summer of 2017, I went on Deputation through the Inn and worked with a church in Montenegro for two months. Although it was one of the hardest two months, it was full of a lot more rest than I could have ever expected.
I had no idea that these two months would be a calm before a turbulent and destructive, yet necessary storm would disrupt my life. But here was where I saw God's love the most tangibly. I was loved unconditionally by everyone I met. I was welcomed into homes, prayed over, given food and coffee, given jewelry, hugged. There was nothing I could do that would cause the love of these people to decrease. I had never seen such perfect love. The thing was, it wasn't naive at all. This love was fully aware of the brokenness and problems and hurt surrounding and intruding everything around us. Yet, this love covered all of us with a protection from those things in the moments we were together.
I got to see a physical manifestation of what it would have been to have been loved by Jesus.
That is something I will never forget. No matter the frustrations and complications and broken expectations that happened on that trip, that love surpassed all else.
There is nothing about these tattoos that I regret. I never will. These tattoos represent a part of who I am, so why not make them a part of my physical body?