Sunday, August 9, 2015

The Preacher's Wife Has a Tattoo

Just like me.  I found my tribe. 
A few years ago I took a part-time job to help the ends meet.  I gave up most of my volunteering and some of my social network.  I then started taking a year-long course in holistic health and wellness on top of working 7-days a week.
In December 2014 I decided I wasn't any better off financially working so many hours and I was missing the little joys in life like volunteering and socializing, so I left the part-time gig.  The very first weekend I was no longer working I went to Church Under A Bridge to volunteer. 
It is what I had been missing!  My soul felt filled.  
But wait, not only did I fill my soul with that missing element, I also found organized, unorganized religion.  I could go hear the gospel in my jeans and tennis shoes.  I could listen and sing-a-long to hymns with the homeless and the local business owner alike.  There was no judgement on what I was wearing or if I had make-up on, no one cared that I had a tattoo or freckles.  
So now my soul is full, I am comfortable and I am reminded we are all on equal footing when it comes to Him.
My preacher has tattoos and he doesn't hide them.  His wife has tattoos and she doesn't cover them. I don't feel the need to cover mine either.  We are all beautifully put together.
My point?
Do not try to fit into a tribe.  Do not bend who you are to be accepted by others.  Don't cover up you.
Keep meeting people.  Keep putting the real you out there. Stand by your beliefs and morals.
That is how you find your tribe.

PS.  We won't judge you if you don't have a tattoo 😜

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