I’ve considered getting a tattoo for years. They’re an intriguing kind of art and story penned in flesh. As my 50th birthday approached this year, getting inked was rolling around in my mind as a way to communicate my story. I did my research and I want to share with you what I learned in the process.
I knew my tattoo would be a word or maybe lots of words. The hard part was deciding which words. Because I have words, people. Many, many words. I was born loving words but I had a few hard lessons before I learned what to do with them.
It happened for the first time in the fourth grade. I opened that little report card happy to see all those A’s; and then my heart sank as I saw the words written by my teacher, “Stacy, talks too much.” I was crushed. I vowed to do better, try harder, please my teacher, and my parents. I worked so hard to keep quiet, zip my lip, bite my tongue. But every six weeks, the same comment appeared again and again. “Stacy, talks too much.” It seems silly now even telling you about it but the truth is it wounded me. For years I was self-conscious and apologized for talking too much. I began to ration my words. My heart ached.
Somewhere along the way I found my words again. There were a few who saw the message of my heart and encouraged me to speak, write, and teach. It’s been a long rehabilitation. I’m still in recovery, learning to step into my calling even after all these years.
I decided not to get a tattoo. As I approached this birthday milestone I finally realized I could never possess enough skin to ink my story. But my sweet, friend Jesus reminded me that he has written His story on the tablet of my heart. It’s His gift to me. A perfect fit that will never fade.
He created me with this love for words—life-giving words—The Word. And I cannot stop speaking about what I have seen and heard. (Acts 4:20)
Through all these years of fighting the battle, my fourth grade teacher was never the enemy. The Destroyer, Satan, was the enemy. When I gave my 8-year-old-word-loving-heart to Jesus, he decided then and there to shut me up and shut me down. But God has other plans.
I’ve finally learned that it’s never too late to be what you always were. My Accuser said, “Stacy, you talk too much.” My Creator said, “Stacy, you are a passionate communicator of biblical truth and the abundant life in Christ and I want to use your words for My glory.
The Tablet of Your Heart
I can’t help thinking I’m not the only one. Is your heart wounded by some sharp arrow of the Enemy? What are you rationing? You know it’s never too late to be what you always were. God has plans for you, friend. Let’s talk about it. Leave a comment or contact me by email. I’d love to hear from you.