Inked

So I'm getting inked tonight. A tattoo that is. It's one of the first times that I've decided to take a considerable risk in my life. I'm seriously excited, yet, seriously nervous. But I got to thinking about the "tabooness" of the art.

I'll preface this by saying that I do not condone all tattoos. I condone the ones that have a deep meaning for the person getting it.

I've been a Christian my whole life, but can honestly say I haven't gone through much pain in the process. I mean, like gut-wrenching pain. There are people in this world that are beaten, scarred, and killed for the cause of Christ. I know what you're thinking, he's just trying to justify his choice to get a tat. In a way, I am, I'm saying that this is a choice that I am making for Christ. I'm making a personal decision to mark myself as a child of the King. This isn't a choice for everyone, but this is something that I want to do. I want something to look at when I wake up in the morning that says "Hey, Derek, you know that I (Jesus) have redeemed you right? I knew you in your mother's womb. I have brought you out of sickness and misery and into a life worth living, an eternal life with Me."

Because honestly, I haven't been living as sold out as I could be, but I'm going to start seeking Jesus in everything that I do.

P.S.
This is going to hurt so bad and I'm probably going to cry. You'll be wishing you had pictures of this. (But you don't so ha!)