redeem… restore… hope…
three words that will forever be a part of my earthly self tomorrow.
i never thought i’d be getting a tattoo… but here i am, on this side of 27, and realizing that i am seeing with the foggiest clarity who i am… or, who i am becoming. i am constantly learning more and more of who i am, and removing layer upon layer upon layer of who i am not.
so, in honor of this, i choose
|redeem|
because without this i would have no reason to
search for who i really am…
why i am here…
and what i do every morning when my eyes open.
…and because redemption means a cost
and a sacrifice
and a love
that continually astounds me…
|restore|
because when you really love something, and it breaks, you will stop at nothing to fix it. to return it to what it was created to do…
and because He promised that He will Restore the years that the locusts have eaten…
and the joy that comes in becoming whole.
|hope|
it is something that i fear losing. and if i lose it, i will surely shrivel.
it has to be before me and means that He who has promised is Faithful.
… so i will cling to it…
because it doesn’t disappoint.
redeem….restore….hope….
’til death do us part.
