the story of the heart-y thing
I found myself in a bathroom, in a sketchy bar, in Seattle, when I was 19. I was at the venue to see a favourite artist who was opening for a band I didn't know.
I looked at the wall in the stall and saw something pretty akin to the heart in my blog design. Well, akin in idea, but not nearly as clean cut as it looks now.
Sharpied on with a black marker, it caught my eye.
It was in the days prior to taking pictures of all the things we ever saw so sadly I don't have a photo of it. I don't even remember where the bar was so I don't think I'll ever be able to find it again.
I decided right then, that I'd get a tattoo of it. I told my brother the next time we chatted, and he told me to wait a year. He has numerous tattoos and advocates for waiting a year before any - because if you want it after a year, you'll more likely still want it in years to come. Wise words from my brother people: You're welcome.
Over the next season, I drew it everywhere. everywhere.
I drew it on journals and art pieces, on scraps of paper and just anywhere I found myself with a pen in hand.
I loved it. I still do.
When I look at the now well designed version, I see so many lessons learned.
I see love in action.
A heart moved and not simply sitting the way it should.
A heart ready to give, a heart ready to serve, a heart simply ready to love and be loved.
I think of Matthew 14:14 when Jesus saw the crowds, he had compassion on them and healed their sick. That verse has been a favourite for years. The imagery of Jesus, who had just withdrew from teaching and serving in order to mourn the life of John. He saw this crowd, desperate for saving, and He gave of Himself to them. I want to serve in such a way, that even when I actually need to take time for myself, that I'll still be willing to serve.
I think of Proverbs 3:3 let love and faithfulness never leave you. bind them around your neck. write them on the tablets of your heart. I think of that love, a love that never ends, a love that cares, a love that is Christ like in attitude.
Love is spoken of so much in the Bible. I want to live it out, by the aide of the Holy Spirit.
In January of 2015, I got the tattoo. My best friend asked if she could give it to me as a Christmas present and I decided to get brave.
This little image on my foot means to much to me. It felt when I got it like a secret pact between myself and the Lord that my feet would walk forward in love.
But let me tell you: everybody notices this tattoo!
So instead of a secret pact, it has become how I share the Gospel. This little misaligned heart lets me bring up Jesus and share how He has given me a new heart.
So that's the story of the heart-y thing.
The version of the heart used in previous blog designs was designed by Jess Connolly.