A thought I had yesterday…
We all have tattoos-some are visible and some are not. I have one on my left hand between my thumb and index finger. It is in the shape of a cross. It reminds me of who loves me.
It is invisible to most but not to me. I look at it daily and thank God for saving my life. I got it after a glass bottle exploded and sliced open an artery in my wrist. I could have bled to death. But I didn’t because of the grace of God. The “tattoo” on my wrist is even bigger-a constant reminder of who gives me life and I am thankful for that life.
I am sure that when people see the scar on my wrist they think that I tried to take my life. I would think that about someone else. Wouldn’t you?
When you see tattoos on people what do you think? Are you quick to judge like I have been in the past? Or do you want to know their story-like I do now? Everyone has a story and we should never, ever judge others because of their tattoos. My tats are actually scars, but I consider them reminders of who I am and who loves me.
Jesus has invisible tats too-on the palms of his hands. Scars. He has a story to tell.
So do you.