I don’t have any tattoos. Truthfully I think I would love one but I am not one hundred percent sure. If something is going to be there forever and ever I want to be one hundred percent certain. After all I cannot just scrub it off and make it disappear. I am also kind of a chicken. I am no wimp when it comes to pain but, oh my word I could not sit there for that long being permanently marked for the rest of my life.
I do long for the beauty that I see in some of the tattoos. The art work tells a story. I see the beauty in that and of course, like any art, I can see the beauty in others. Some tattoos are not beautiful at all to me but I guess that goes to prove that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.
So all that to say— no tattoos for me. However, this year at any given moment you may have looked at my left arm just below the inside of my wrist and thought you saw one. This year has been a little rough. My husband’s grandmother passed away. School was more than rough for my son. Vacations shortened, and a tug on our hearts to a calling back into the ministry that was not near our current home. There has been a lot of change, including an over 500 mile move, missing dear friends and family and trying to make new friends.
If I told you it has been easy, that would be a lie. As I pressed in closer to God in each and every circumstance (even when I didn’t want to) I kept hearing two sweet words: “Trust Me.” I first heard those words around the middle of February when God asked us to do something that seemed crazy and get back into Student Ministry. When we faithfully and obediently took that first step of faith God was so faithful to us. He showed us that our passion, love, and longing for that ministry was not gone but it was truly our lifestyle.
With that first step of obedience and the first whisper of “Trust Me,” came a new adventure. I was still struggling with all that that meant so I decided instead of a beautiful tattoo reminder I would write it on my wrist. I took a beautiful purple pen and wrote the word trust on my wrist.
I will admit it looked nice and my kids and husband did a double take when they saw it. I needed that reminder right in front of me. When the days got long and decisions, hard decisions, needed to be made I would look at my wrist. Every night as I showered it came off and every morning I would write it again. I did this for a couple weeks and then it got easier. I found myself trusting without it having to look at my wrist. I was trusting God more than ever because of a simple reminder I could see.
Then life got hard again and I starting asking why? Again, while reading my Bible I heard a whisper, “Trust Me.” I wrote trust once again on my wrist and started the journey all over again. It has happened several times this year. So at any given moment it may look I have a tattoo but its just a reminder. A reminder of the mornings that scripture and the Holy Spirit poured truth straight into my heart. A reminder that comes like a gust of wind that I just need to trust His perfect plan.
My trust tattoo, though fake, reminds me of God’s words and reminds me the importance of writing the scripture on my heart.
These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your heads and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the door frames of your houses and your gates. Deuteronomy 6:6-9
God’s word is perfect and flawless and no matter what life throws at you or I— scripture breathes life into it. The truth of who God is and who you are is written on every page. So when times get tough you will see trust written on my wrist and I’ll have peace knowing that whatever comes my way God is holding me right in the palm of His hand.
Why don’t you try it and see? I promise God is faithful. Trust me.