Tattoo

I must confess that I’m not a “tat” person. I like to look at tattoos on other people.  I could stand the pain of having one put on me, but I have never really wanted one. I don’t think they are “wrong”, evil or sinful. I just don’t really want to have one. I remember one that my uncle had that he had gotten when he was in the Navy. It was pretty faded, but it was still there.  Solomon speaks of a “tattoo of sorts” on your heart. Check this out…

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       like a seal on your arm.

    Love is as strong as death;

       jealousy is as strong as the grave.

    Love bursts into flames

       and burns like a hot fire.

 7 Even much water cannot put out the flame of love;

       floods cannot drown love.

    If a man offered everything in his house for love,

       people would totally reject it. (Song of Solomon 8:6-7 NCV)

I think that I know something about love – as least I think I do.  I love my wife. I love my kids. I love food. I love lots of people and things. God’s love is even beyond my capacity to understand. Love is the strongest and deepest emotions that we are wired with.  I want my love for God tattooed on my heart. I want to learn to love God more. I want my pursuit of Him to be permanent like a tattoo. I want it to be obvious that I love Him and that I want to honor Him with my life!

Pressing On!

Dwayne