Obviously all of my tattoos have meanings, or else I wouldn’t have dedicated now three blog posts to the stories behind them.
I am a super visual person. I am also a forgetful person. I constantly misplace things, forget to do even my most routine things, and repeat mistakes that I should have learned from the first go around. In order to combat my own scattered brain before the Race, I used sticky notes all the time. Seriously, those 3X3, colorful, adhesive pieces of papers saved my life more than once or at least saved me from getting fired. Unfortunately, I don’t have an unlimited stack, so I need something a little more permanent to remember the most important events, messages, and stories of my life. Hence my love for tattoos.
Remembering is important. In fact, the Lord wants us to remember. In Joshua 4, He tells the Israelites to stack twelve stones to memorialize the time when the Lord delivered His people across the Jordan River. He wanted them and those to come to remember and recognize the power and goodness of the One.
Tattooing is a way for me to stack stones and remember the things the Lord has delivered me through. All I have to do is look at my arms for a surge of love to course through me. In Cambodia, I stacked another stone.
Amy, my squad mentor, had spoken John 15 over the squad before we launched in October. The Lord kept pointing me back to this Scripture over the whole of the Race. He has been teaching me what it means to abide in the Lord.
I desire to be completely one with God. Every day on the Race He has set before me new challenges and teachings to bring me closer to His side. Every day I have the choice to walk in step with Him or go my own way. Do I get it perfect every time? No. But I want to grow. I want to walk in confidence that I am a branch of the True Vine. Where He commands me to go, I will go. What He asks of me, I will obey.
