okay...hubby at hoosierhappenings decided to post on my wanting a tattoo. well, the post was about other things, but he referenced my desire towards the end. how can i not respond to that challenge?
for some of you out there, this might be a bit of a surprise, but here it goes....
when i worked at spring hill camps i was all about getting a tattoo. i wanted one on my ankle. just a simple jesus fish. i was kind of getting into the christian-grundge-hippy thing going on. i even went to the tattoo parlor with my friend to get hers. at that point i was on the fence. i knew my parents would totally flip out and well, frankly the fear of the pain kept me away that night. to be honest i don't really know what my fascination was/is with it. i'm not necessarily opposed to ones of taste that are small and discreet. carly on idol - a bit too much for me.
every so often i get in the mood again. now i call it basic rebellion. there are those times when i just want to scream that i'm tired of the way we play christian so i get rebellious. i turn on the local rock/pop music station for a few days. i read a non-christian book (nothing inappropriate - just not sugary christian). then after awhile i find my place with God again and settle back in - slightly changed from the previous rebellion and deeper in love with Christ. it is a cycle i have....
well - in the midst of the many things God has been teaching me this past several months i have to confess to have gotten the tattoo itch again. but, alas, hubby always shoots me that don't you dare kind of look. i remember the way my parents would choose to respond. i know what my in-laws would think, and i have pretty much decided God would just roll His eyes at me. for hubby is right about one thing on that post....if i'm going to tattoo God somewhere on my body it had better be my heart. what good does it do to wear cute sandals and capris (i went shopping yesterday) for everyone to see my jesus fish on my ankle, if the rest of my body is not revealing Christ? if i'm not sold out in my heart very little else matters...
so here's the simple truth - i'm not sure where i stand on the tattoo i've always wanted, but well, i'll never get one. in the mean time i'm trying to seek God on such a different level than i ever have before and trust that one day i won't feel the need to use a tatoo to let my world know where i belong.
for some of you out there, this might be a bit of a surprise, but here it goes....
when i worked at spring hill camps i was all about getting a tattoo. i wanted one on my ankle. just a simple jesus fish. i was kind of getting into the christian-grundge-hippy thing going on. i even went to the tattoo parlor with my friend to get hers. at that point i was on the fence. i knew my parents would totally flip out and well, frankly the fear of the pain kept me away that night. to be honest i don't really know what my fascination was/is with it. i'm not necessarily opposed to ones of taste that are small and discreet. carly on idol - a bit too much for me.
every so often i get in the mood again. now i call it basic rebellion. there are those times when i just want to scream that i'm tired of the way we play christian so i get rebellious. i turn on the local rock/pop music station for a few days. i read a non-christian book (nothing inappropriate - just not sugary christian). then after awhile i find my place with God again and settle back in - slightly changed from the previous rebellion and deeper in love with Christ. it is a cycle i have....
well - in the midst of the many things God has been teaching me this past several months i have to confess to have gotten the tattoo itch again. but, alas, hubby always shoots me that don't you dare kind of look. i remember the way my parents would choose to respond. i know what my in-laws would think, and i have pretty much decided God would just roll His eyes at me. for hubby is right about one thing on that post....if i'm going to tattoo God somewhere on my body it had better be my heart. what good does it do to wear cute sandals and capris (i went shopping yesterday) for everyone to see my jesus fish on my ankle, if the rest of my body is not revealing Christ? if i'm not sold out in my heart very little else matters...
so here's the simple truth - i'm not sure where i stand on the tattoo i've always wanted, but well, i'll never get one. in the mean time i'm trying to seek God on such a different level than i ever have before and trust that one day i won't feel the need to use a tatoo to let my world know where i belong.
Comments
Oh I remember the hippy grunge phase! How that makes me laugh. This is coincidentaly when you stopped wearing makeup? I am glad you resisted temptation again ;)
PS Your biblical thinking is great and it is the heart that matters.
Brooke