top: thrifted // necklace: gift // shorts: Gap // shoes: Keds
If you follow me on instagram, you may have noticed that I did something slightly major this weekend.
I got a tattoo.
I didn't tell a lot of people it was happening-- besides a quick chat with one of my brothers and a text to a friend -- the husband was the only one who knew when I made the appointment and he was there when I turned my wrist over to Alexis, the tattoo artist and her buzzing needle.
I've wanted a tattoo for awhile because I wanted a declaration of my faith-- a bold mark on my wrist that reminded me and told others what is in my life.
"By grace" is from Ephesians 2:8, a Bible verse that says "For it is by grace you are saved, through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is a gift of God."
Anything good in me, anything good in my life, I believe is from God -- an act of His grace, a pure gift without a hidden motivation. I believe I can't do anything to earn His love or lose His love. And in faith I trust that grace.
In turn, I want to live a life marked by grace, where I receive grace from God and can turn around and freely give grace to others.
Often, I know I'm too quick to judge others but this is my reminder that I have no right; I'm just as guilty of many things, perhaps worse things. And so I lean on grace-- grace for me, grace for others.