I debated on whether I wanted to make a blogpost about this, because it is so personal; however, I think God was calling me to share. I don’t know why He is, but He does, so I will listen.
I did something I honestly thought I would NEVER EVER do. Anyone who knows me would understand how shocking this is—I got a tattoo. I stare at it sometimes, because I am still in disbelief that I actually followed through with it. Now let me tell you why.
I have shared my story about my friend Kara and how she impacted my life many times. The idea of this tattoo started with her. I was having a conversation with her one day about how she wanted to get multiple tattoos. She had a notebook where she drew them and explained why she wanted each one. Everything with Kara always had deep meaning, which is one of the things I admired most about her. We related in that way. At the end of the conversation, I told her that I would go with her to get a tattoo. I said I want to get a tattoo with her, because I was caught up in the moment. She busted out laughing without any hesitation, and she gave me her look. If you knew her, you know what look I am talking about. After laughing at me for a solid three minutes she said, “You and I both know that you are not going to get a tattoo. You are the least likely person to do such a thing.” I laughed and said, “Yeah, you are totally right. I’ll watch.”
I had no idea that was going to be the last full conversation I ever had with her. I had no idea that she was never going to be able to get even one of those tattoos—not one. When she died, I played our conversation about tattoos over and over in my mind. The day she passed away, Matt Richardson, my former youth pastor, sent me the song “It is Well” by Bethel. It became my anthem song during the grieving process.
God taught me in that time that it was well, because He was right there alongside me. I was not alone. My friendship with Kara started, because I felt God call me to her. I would have never approached her on my own, but God knew how bad she needed Him—how bad she needed someone to allow God to use them for her. So, I decided that I was going to get a tattoo. It took me over a year to talk myself into it. I did last week. I got a tattoo that says, “It is Well” on my arm.
I got the tattoo, because I want to remember Kara. I got the tattoo, because we had the kind of friendship where I wanted to rub in her face that I did something she swore I would never do. I got the tattoo, because I knew how bad Kara wanted one, so I did for her. I got the tattoo because I want to constantly remember that regardless of my circumstances it is well with my soul, because God has embraced me as His daughter. I got the tattoo to forever remember that when God calls you to do something or share with someone, DO IT. He sees a far bigger picture than you do, so why wouldn’t you listen to Him?
I got a tattoo, Kara forever impacted my life. This is a part of my story; God convicted me to share it.