My husband and I and our sons and several friends all decided to get a tattoo as a reminder of someone we all love and lost a few years ago. One of our sons designed the tattoos and they have a very special meaning.
Recently, we met a couple who spend 1/2 of every year in an African nation. They knew the story of our “family tattoo” and commented that in the nation they live the local tribes have their own tattoo that represents their specific tribe. They viewed our tattoos as our family tribal tattoo. This made us feel really good about our “mark”.
Well, today, my husband and I were in a prayer meeting and a team member prayed for us just because they felt they should. They covered several things with the Lord and then they simply said we were the “Butterfly People”. That put big smiles on our face because the tattoos our son designed are butterflies and this person who prayed has no idea of the meaning of our “markings” and may not even know that we all have one.
Those seemingly “little” things that God puts in our mouths to say at the right moment of each day are awesome! Lord, use me.
2 thoughts on “Story Time”
Love you, butterfly aunt.
Love you, butterfly niece.
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