So, if you know me you know that my older brother died at 27 a little over 4 years ago. It has been a rocky ride for me and grief. I have come so far and learned so much about myself and my relationships with God, my hubby, and friends.
Those whom I expected to be there in my sadness were somewhat not and God placed new people in my life.
There was a well known verse in Ecclesiastes that stuck out to me about life being seasons and how everything is made beautiful in its time. I held onto that verse knowing that at some point life would once again be happy. And, even in the pain, it was beautiful. I am learning the fine art of being content where God has me.
I thought and thought and thought about it.
Two years ago after a solid year of thinking I decided to make it permanent in my life, and then found out I was pregnant with our sweet little girl, whom we had prayed for and wanted so very badly. I put my plans on the back burner.
Then this spring I once again started to make plans. I started looking for the right fit and the right art.
On Wednesday at a small, hole-in-the-wall shop, I got my first tattoo.
It didn't hurt too badly, but I'm not going to lie, by the end I was ready to be done!! I'm thrilled with the results. I know it is going and be a reminder for the rest of my life of how life comes in seasons and some of them aren't pleasant, yet to become the person God want me to be, I must embrace those seasons, being content in the now, knowing that something else is ahead.
So, here's a pic from yesterday. If you don't like tattoos, I'm really not looking for your comments. Oh, and sorry about the tape marks, I can't get that silly sticky mess off!