By definition, Faith is allegiance to a duty or person, fidelity to one’s promises, belief and trust in and loyalty to God, firm belief in something for which there is no proof, and something that is believed with strong conviction or without question.
I love all of those definitions but are those words enough to make me want to put those five letters on my skin in permanent ink? No, they are not.
Faith, to me, is deeply personal. It is the way in which I live my life. Faith in God and who I am because of Him. Faith in humans to be kind to one another. Faith in love to endure and overcome. Faith that the good outweighs the bad. Faith that even when my world seems to be falling apart, that it too shall pass and I will be made stronger for having gone through it and come out the other side. Faith. In all things.
And when my faith runs low, as it sometimes does, I now have a beautiful reminder to remain true to myself, to my outlook on life and my belief that there is good to be found in every person and every situation. I love that I can see this reminder all the time.
A very special thanks to one of my best friends, Andy, for inking yet another part of me (surely not the last) and to my amazing husband for encouraging me always to be myself and live life in my own way. And to my friends who always make getting a tattoo even more fun, (Jenny, Mike, Tracy, Chris) thank you too 🙂
This blog is my story. These are the pieces of my life, and they, those special people I couldn’t make it through a day without, are the gooey goodness that makes up my heart and makes my life worth living.
I hope you enjoy following along.