Over the course of my life I’ve faced many challenges. Child abuse, a dysfunctional home, and an overly sensitive nature stacked the deck against me during my early years. But none of those difficulties affected me more than my ongoing struggle to discover who I truly am in Christ.
I was a shy child. Too eager to please, and awkward, I somehow swallowed the lie that I wasn’t worth much.
This summer, I went into a tattoo parlor for my tattoo I’ve been wanting forever to cover up scars from hurting myself as a teenager. A compass, but instead of North and South, I wanted my kid’s initials.
This isn’t something I did lightly. I get there’s a lot of controversy and opinions over tattoos. I prayed and thought about it for a long time, and the desire never left.
