“That’s how the light gets in.”

My tax return hit my bank account Saturday afternoon and I couldn’t have been happier. I have needed a few things and could finally get them. And as I drove home from Target I got this idea. An idea that if I had a roommate probably wouldn’t have followed through on in the moment, though I don’t regret doing so a bit. I got the idea to get tattoo number five, and so I did.

I scrolled through Pinterest looking at the ideas I already had saved. And I found a Hemingway quote that I really liked. But I didn’t like that quote quite enough to have it on my body for the rest of my life. So, I did the next best thing. I turned to Google.

I searched for Ernest Hemingway quotes, as I love all of Hemingway’s work, and scrolled through the images. They were all good, none spoke to me though. I was about to give the idea up when I found one that almost moved me to tears.

“We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.”

I’m broken. I know it. I’ve been through hell and back. I’ve always apologize for my brokenness, but this quotes was telling me not to. That it is in the broken pieces of my life that the light of who I am is able to shine through. And it is in the broken pieces of my life that Christ was able to shine his light into my heart.

I went to the tattoo shop, asked how much it would be, and made an appointment for later that night. A simple cursive on the inside of my right bicep. All of my other tattoos are on the left side of my body, and I wanted to mix it up a bit. The artist told me to come back at 6:00, and so I did.

At approximately 6:40 PM on Saturday, February 17, 2017 I walked out of that tattoo shop with $120 worth of ink on my arm. I was in love with it. It looked beautiful. It meant so much more than I had originally intended it to. But that was the beauty of it.

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Now I have five tattoos. And the Christians who think if you have tattoos that you won’t get into heaven are shaking their fingers at me. Honestly, I don’t care. This quote means more to me than I can ever say. It has helped me accept and embrace my broken pieces more than ever before. With recent attacks in the area I have felt more broken then ever. And this has helped me feel like I am in more control.

So, here is to the rest of my life with Hemingway reminding me that my broken pieces bring light into the world. To remembering it was because those pieces broke that I found a relationship with Christ. I can’t wait.

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