I've been dealing with a severe case of blogger's block, as you may know, and I recently recieved a comment about why I chose the verse Galatians 6:17 for my side tattoo (someday... it's not a tattoo that I currently have). I thought a blog on that would be perfect while I'm trying to figure out what else I can blog about without completely boring you.
So... Galatians 6:17 says,
"For I bear on my body the scars that show I belong to Jesus Christ"
I chose this for rather simple reasons, but they do have deeper meaning to me, personally.
First, I chose it because as Christians, we are constantly being tempted, and threatened by Satan. God never said being a Christian was going to be rainbows and butterflies, and this verse really represents that to me. I'm currently going through this..junk in my life that I pray every day will just go away... but I know that only in God's timing it will. Satan keeps throwing every possible curve ball at me, and is always trying to knock me down. I'm thankful for the friends that I have who have constantly reassured me that everything will be fine in the end, and that everything will work out how it is supposed to. I hang onto that with every fiber of my being. I know that in the end, when all is said and done, I have listened to what God has to say, I have followed His plan for me, and He's made me stronger for it. So that's one reason.
Another reason I chose this was because in 8th/9th grade (so young, I know), I used to cut myself. I was not some emo kid that wore black and listened to metal bands, no. I was thoroughly displeased with the life I had. Everything felt wrong, and I felt I was not where I was supposed to be. In that specific time in my life, my relationship with Christ was definitely not where it was supposed to be. It is also through that time that I found that God is always with me, whether I'm His biggest fan or not. Through all of that pain and suffering that Satan put me through, I found a much, much better life in Jesus Christ. I'm not saying that I'm sooo happy with the life I have, because I still struggle every single day with this very issue. I always want to cut, I always want to go back to it, and blame it all on God. But I know that I can't. My faith is keeping me strong; much stronger than Satan probably likes.
I love my life, I have struggles, and hardships just like everyone else, but God is with me. He's helping me out along the entire way. And for that, I can be nothing but grateful.
I hope this answered some questions on why I chose that specific verse <3(from the weekend in St. Louis with Cassie. we bought new nail polish, and just haaad to show it off) :)
xo times infinity