I told myself if I ever did get a tattoo it would mean something. Like truly mean something. For the last two or so years I've played with the thought back and forth of getting one but nothing ever stuck. I'm a fickle person you know. I grow out of things and am constantly evolving.
Ok that word makes me sound so much deeper than I am... Basically, I change my mind a lot.
Knowing this about myself, I never could commit to a tattoo. Until last year when God started speaking the word--FREE--to me. And yes I know I've written about it a lot already, but when I first started hearing it, I didn't really get it. Like, "yeah the word free--great word. But what does it mean?"
"What does it meeeeaaaan?"
But the more I heard it, the more I began to get what it meant for me. And the more I walked through life these last few months, the more I really got it. I had planned on getting this tattoo right after my half marathon this past November, but then we found out I was pregnant, and then we lost the baby. I don't think I really knew what the word meant for my life until I had to truly surrender to it all over again.
To live free is to live brave. To take steps, chances and risks. To act, and to do, but to be still at the same time. To not worry, or rush, or stress. To do the things I've always wanted to do, but was afraid to because of fear of others, or fear of failing. To letting go of the flesh, and saying yes to the spirit and to faith, confidence, hope, strength and boldness.
I love that to read it what it says, I have to hold my arm out. It makes me think of my arms open in surrender. It's how I want to live my life...in complete surrender to Him. Because that is truly only where freedom can be found.
Dress: c/o RiffRaff
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"Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom"
2 Corinthians 3:17