ok so i had this whole post written yesterday and the minute that i went to publish...the wireless for the entire apartment complex went down and just came up about an hour ago...so it wasnt for lack of trying that a post didnt happen yesterday
2 things ive been thinking about and want to get down...
1st:
jack. jack is the youngest son of the host family i lived with my first 2 summers at caa. they have 3 kids...john caroline and jack...in that order...i believe the ages were 6, 4, and 2 at the time i met them. so its no surprise that they spent a considerable amount of time at the neighborhood pool. john and caroline would go play in the "big" pool and jack and of his parents...on this occasion his dad, would sit and play in the "baby" pool. on this particular day jack decided that he wanted to start diving into the baby pool...needless to say this is a bad idea. brad (dad) immediately saw what was about to go down and grabbed jack back into his arms and told him not to do it...jack said ok and went and tried to do it again...again, brad grabbed him and told him it wasnt safe...at this point jack began to cry and fight as much as he could and yell because all he wanted to do was dive face first into that pool...brad clearly could see that this wasnt safe for jack and so he kept trying to explain to jack why it wasnt ok...but all jack would do was fight...so after about 5 mins of this not helping brad let him do it...and jack of course got hurt...not very much...because almost as soon as he hit the water brad had him up again...but he got hurt a little...and of course he started crying and immediately went back to brads arms where of course instead of saying...i told you so jack...i told you that was going to happen...see how i know so much more than you...dont bother looking to me for comfort i tried to stop you...brad just took him in his arms and lovingly whispered jack...daddy loves you and i dont like to see you get hurt...and that is why i was trying to stop you...and then continued to embrace jack as long as it took for the tears to stop...
i cant help but see God in this...how i fight and fight and fight to do what anyone who is looking in from the outside knows is going to hurt but i do it anyway...i fight and fight with God to please just give me what i want...and finally He lets me...and as soon as i hit the water, im back in His arms with Him embracing me and loving on me just whispering kate, I didnt want you to get hurt...thats why I didnt want you to do it...I was looking out for you...
im thankful for a Savior who doesnt say I told you so...but embraces the hurt instead
ok 2nd:
as i approach my 22nd birthday i remember my 21st...and what happened for my 21st...
the tattoo
i wanted to provide a little explanation for those of you who havent had a chance to hear it yourselves
before i say this please know that i am very aware that no one has gotten saved because i have permanent ink on my foot
its an igthus fish with the one of the greek words for hope in it
the greek bible has 3 different kinds of hope used...and only one of them is used just once...that one is the word that i have...its pronounced el pee zo...(in spanish it actually means floor so i think its kind of funny that i have the word floor on my foot)
that hope is a Godly hope...it has no negative implications..like i hope this will happen tomorrow but there is an implied it might not...its a hope that is almost a confidence...a knowing that it will happen...it just hasnt neccessarily happened yet
and since its inside the fish...and the fish normally represents Christ, the whole tattoo means i find my Hope in Christ
i learned alot last year and i know now and feel like i will continue to know that last year was a really big turning point for me as far as life direction...and no matter where i am in 20 or 30 years i dont want to ever forget it
i realize tattoo's arent for everyone...and that some people wont ever understand and therefore accept why i would want something so permanent...and thats ok...but its important to me...and it constantly serves as a reminder of my faith...
it has also opened up quite a few doors for conversation with people who either have tattoos themselves or think tattoos are cool over the last year that dont neccessarily like God...and its been cool to see them kind of be taken aback by the idea of a Christian having something so "rebellious" but still loving God...
i got the ink in greek because in order for people to figure out what it means they have to ask and listen for the answer...
again, much like God and i...i cant just ask God about something and then leave and expect that i know what the answer is just because ive asked...i must wait and listen...
ok so with that said...dinner is calling...so i hope you are having a great week...happy thursday :)
2 comments:
Okay Kathleen another great post - I have to print these out so your mom can read them on what used to be called "paper"
Beyond that the word is ickthus - or at least thats as close as I can spell it for you IXOYZ - the X is pronounced like a hard K sound - some people think it is an E at the end - but really is an S - properly a Sigma -
Spelled in greek
Iota - standing for Jesus
Chi - standing for Christ
Theta - Standing for God's
Upsilon - Standing for Son
Sigma - Standing for Savior
Aside from that - the fact that the word you chose means floor in spanish is a good reminder about where to keep your feet -which they appear solidly on right now - Your mom read the post "I don't know what short means" and said tearfully, "we must have done something right - We have an incredible daughter" - and of course she is right and we all know I am more responsible for that than anyone else
Katiebug...your daddy LOOOVVVEEES you! : )
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