so we offically made it to Nepal!!
im so excited! This was the month/ country I was most excited for. So far it has lived up to every expectation.
As April is my birthday month, I had been planning to get a tattoo while I was in Nepal. Yesterday I did! 4 hours of work and I had a tattoo 🙂
God had more in store for me than just a tattoo. My tattoo is starting at my shoulder and ending above my elbow. I know big right? Well my thought/ design is as follows.
One black line starts on one side of the shoulder and the another black line starts from the other side. They come down my arm to cross, below the point that they cross at, the lines begin to crack. This represents my parents and the generations before them. Them crossing over to make me. After the two lines cross they split and go their separate ways again. Leading into a cracked black band. This band is a representation of my old foundation. A foundation of lies and brokeness passed down by the family’s before me. Underneath that black cracked band is the word grace written by my mom. God told my mom when she found out she was pregnant that “this child” being me “is his”. Hannah means Grace and my middle name is grace. A double portion of grace. It has taken me years to step into the name God gave me before I was even born. It is Grace that has broken the old foundation of lies and brokenness from years before. I have been set free and have been remade by the very thing God calls me. Underneath the word grace is a new solid band which growing out of it is a mendala The mendala is a repersention of new growth, something of beauty and refinement.
from the top of the tattoo being dark and unwavering lines to the bottom being set free.
I love everything this tattoo means to me.
Now for the part I didn’t know I was getting.
After the tattoo was done I had a meeting to get to, then back to our hotel, where I ate a sandwich I had left for myself to eat for dinner.
That night I was awake curled up on he bathroom floor throwing up everything i could possibly get out of my body.
The discomfort in my body continued into the next day. I felt my body’s weakness and inability to function. As the day went on I got so frustrated with myself, what’s wrong with me?? I’m a very active person and being sick isn’t something that happens very often.
While we were in worship tonight God told me that I was being cleansed. My body and spirit were fighting. This tattoo is the beginning of me walking into what God had put before me long a go. A sandwich may have been the physical beginning to this battle but so much more was happening.
I am being set free. I am declaring over myself truths of grace and mercy, lies have no power over me. out of pain are new beginnings.
