I've never really been a tattoo person...ever. I think it may stem from when I was little and my mom let me put up wall paper in my room with bunnies on it. In 6 months when I was tired of the bunnies and wanted it taken down the work was staggering. Well, watching my mom do the work was staggering.
I shudder at the thought of putting a real bumper sticker on my car. What if I change my mind in 3 months and no longer can really support the idea of COEXIST-ing. It could happen. And then I'd be stuck with a razor blade trying not to ruin my paint job.
But since finding out that we were having a baby one overwhelming sentiment has powerfully affected my soul.
Faith, not Fear
Moving confidently in a direction, despite the unknown. Knowing that there is a plan for me, a guiding influence that is purposefully shaping my course. The idea that even though I can't see how the dots are going to connect, they will. And the picture they make will be awesome.