Well, it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted on here. Whoops, life got busy. Multiple vacations will do that. Well one was more of a necessity than vacation and at some point, I’ll post about it but right now I’m just not ready. Instead, I want to talk about Branson! A couple of friends and I went down there and had a super fun time. And you know what makes a good time, super fun? Getting tattooed!

It was pretty spur the moment but a couple of us decided to get a simple tattoo. Definitely not matching; I have learned that lesson! Two massive coverups and one still needing to be covered bear truth to that. But what to get? We ran through some cute ideas and then I remembered this idea I had thought about a few months ago. So, I got them.

The word warrior serves as reminder to me but mostly to those lies I still hear every so often. I am a warrior, a redeemed one who doesn’t just fight for herself but for others. The semicolon is a reflection that death almost had me but failed and yet I did die…to my old life. It’s a constant visual that I am no longer that old me; I’m now fully alive in Christ and a new creation.

Bonded is an odd word, I know. But I recently heard a teaching on bondservants in Biblical times that blew my mind. Any servant who decided to become a bondservant did so of their own free will. They freely gave away their freedom to serve a family. In doing so they were giving rights that no other servant had, they could freely speak for the family, buy food under their name, and were given keys to the home. Like the other tattoo, this word reminds of Who I am bonded to. I don’t have to live as a slave because I freely serve the King. I have rights, privileges, and responsibilities that only other members of the family have.

Lately, I’ve desperately needed these reminders. It’s amazing how once a person decides to fully believe the truth God says, how quickly those are attacked. Especially when one struggles with a mental health issue. Now will these tattoo’s make the truth real? Of course not. The truth is I am a new creation and I have rights in God’s family, I just need a reminder every so often. And a tattoo is a pretty permanent reminder.