I agreed to a small one. This was not small.
My family doesn’t like it. "Christians don't have tattoos."
We’re in California now. It’s different.
In Honduras we couldn’t have tattoos unless we wanted to be killed. Tattoos are a way of gang identification. If we go back there, she will have to cover it.
But we are here and she chooses to wear shirts that show it off. And it is beautiful.
For, three years ago, she would never have branded herself as a wholehearted follower of Jesus. It is, in a way, like a baptism. It is a public display of her belief in Jesus.
That makes a mama proud.
Psalm 61:1-2 My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him. he alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.