Me and Tattoos

One of my sons wanted me to get a tattoo a few years ago. He has a couple and they have deep meaning to him. I have a “yellow bird” that is very personal to me and actually been a “rainbow” to me from the Father over the years.

It didn’t work out. I have a number of allergies and the tattoo artist wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole, as they say. It would have meant a lot to me and would have been a constant reminder on a personal level of the Father’s love for me.

This verse has been with me the last couple of days. In my last blog I wrote about the unconditional love I have for my sons, and pointed out that we have the perfect example in our Abba Father.

But it is as if this was not enough. I needed to be reminded of something else.

That is how the Father feels about me…and you.

This verse was written to show that God will never forget Jerusalem; but we know that this means us as well. (Galatians 3:28) Our damage and hurt (the ruined walls of our lives) is always on His mind and He loves us so much He has engraved us on His hands…

“Engraved” means inscribed, carved. It was actually custom at that time for the Jewish people to tattoo their hands or arms with paintings or ensigns of Jerusalem. That way they would always have a remembrance of the city. The “walls” represent permanence.

“Palms” is the hollow or palm as distinguished from its fingers, thumbs and back. Literally the tender underside of hands.

And maybe it is just me…but it says “you”. Not your name, your picture…but you.

So our Heavenly Father has me tattooed on his palms. He has you tattooed on his palms. He never forgets us. He knows who we are inside out. He knows the “walls” we have erected. He knows the mistakes we have made and will continue to make. He knows the very sum of our substance.

There is nothing we have done or can do that will change that…we are inscribed, fixed. He has an intimate knowledge of us, His creation.

I don’t know about you…but for those of us who love Him, who trust Him, who call him Savior….there are no greater words of love. I think of the nail scars that are on my Jesus’ hand.

A constant reminder to our Father about His love for us. I pray that when He sees me on that palm that He sees my love for Him.

IN CHRIST ALONE