I was in awe for most of the session. Apart from the physical pain I was feeling, I couldn’t believe how amazing my latest tattoo was coming out. The shading, the lines, and she hadn’t even colored it yet. I kept saying, “Wow” or “That’s so cool, it’s so pretty.”
I had just finished 5 years of staffing with YWAM Ships Kona. I was in California on break. I’d been processing my time in Hawaii and was looking towards the future.
During my time with YWAM Ships Kona, I had gone on a journey with God. As I reexamined my life from 2016 till now, I found that I had indeed grown a lot and that I had been restored in many areas of my life. Plus I had seen God move in mighty ways, not just with me, but with people around me and the ministry I was a part of.
So for me, getting a tattoo seemed like an appropriate reminder of the last 5 years.
When the tattoo artist started adding the colors, various shades of blue, I was excited because having seen her previous work from social media, I knew it was going to be amazing. I gave her free range on how the colors would look.
Again I couldn’t stop the words from falling from my mouth. The piece is a watercolor effect of blue over a bundle of Calla LIlies now permanently attached to my forearm. As much as I was in awe of the change happening before my eyes, nothing could prepare me for what happened once the tattoo was done and I had a moment to look at it.
Once completed, the tattoo artist started to clean up her workspace and I took a first real look at my arm. My first thought was how amazing and beautiful the tattoo looked but then I was overcome with a thought that didn’t appear to be my own. It was as if God was speaking to me through the artwork on my arm. It was as if He was saying that I am like these flowers and the color is the representation of who I am: a beautiful, colorful, amazing woman of God.
I was taken aback by the thought and teared up. I knew the thought was not my own. It was as if everything I had gone through these last 5 years, the good times, the challenging times, joyful moments, the tears, was confirmed on my arm. And it confirmed to me that God was right there in that moment telling me that I was his girl.
Out of all of my tattoos, this was the only time I have ever experienced anything like that. I felt loved and affirmed, it was truly a great moment.
I am not recommending anyone get a tattoo, but I am suggesting you do something that will remind you of what God has done in your life. It can be a painting, or writing in a journal, or even getting sand from the beach. Whatever it is, make it special for yourself and for what God did in your life.
It still amazes me that God used my situation to talk to me. It wasn’t the first time and I know it won’t be the last. Simply knowing that my Heavenly Father made it a point to do that speaks volumes and touches my heart.
Port YWAM Kona Communications Staff