As mentioned in my last post I wasn’t looking forward to Mother’s Day, but I wanted it to be redemptive. I needed it to be more than only a horrible day I wanted to get through.
I have been wanting to get my first ever tattoo for a while. After Enoch died, I knew I wanted one in honor of my son. So on Mother’s Day, I got it.
I got his name on my hand for a couple reasons.
The first reason is this verse, which was introduced to me months ago by my friend and mentor Gail Benn. “Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.” – Isaiah 49:15-16 ESV (I wanted the tattoo in my palm, but it wears away there, so I put it on the side of my hand).
The second reason is that all of last year I would write on my palms “palms up” as reminder that I was open handed, surrendering everything to God and trusting He was in control. I wrote about this idea earlier this year.
And so now I have a regular reminder… Of the son I will never forget, and that I surrender everything in my life to God.