in·del·i·ble
/inˈdeləb(ə)l/
adjective
- (of ink or a pen) making marks that cannot be removed.
- ◦ not able to be
forgotten or removed. “his story made an indelible impression on me"
Man plans, God
laughs—Yiddish
Proverb
As a
Christ follower, I have learned many things, but none so profound as the lesson
bible verse Proverbs 16:9 holds for us, which reflects the above Yiddish
proverb which many a man has heard…
The mind of man plans his way, But the Lord directs his
steps—Proverbs 16:9
We humans
have this foolish notion that we oversee and direct our destiny. We are no more
in control of our destiny than we are in control of the color of grass. “But”,
you say, “I can change the color of grass.” True. You can. Grass is inherently
green, but through your own choices you can make it several shades of brown. I
do not mean to imply that we are helpless.
Free will absolutely does have a bearing on our outcome, but all things
considered, what God wills will be done—in our resistance or our acceptance.
This I have learned. Hence when God whispers, I take heed.
God
recently gave me a very concrete image of His will. You may recall a post I
made a couple of years ago called Indelible Ink. It highlighted new
tattoos that John and I had applied. One of the tattoos I posted about was a couple’s
tattoo. Now, when we went to get this very simple design done, somehow, in some
unexplainable way, the tattoo artist messed up. John went first and the artist,
with picture in hand, applied the wrong color to the wrong space of the design.
Though he attempted to fix it, there was no repairing his mistake.
This is my wrist. John's wrist still bears the tainted image. He has yet to decide what he will do, if anything, with his tattoo. |
We laughed
about it and I teased John that it was just evidence in how he has corrupted me
over the years—and we’ve had many years of growing together. The tattoos were completed,
and life went on, but the mistake was undeniable. But what to do?
Over
the last year, the Lord has taught me much about this life we live here on
Earth—this life between two gardens. This life lived evicted from the perfect
garden of Eden and yet awaiting entrance to the promised perfect garden of
Revelations. This tension is evident every day, some days more than others. We
long for the perfection our hearts were designed for but cannot attain until
Christ comes again. In this tension, during a bible study, God showed me how I
could transform this mistake inked onto my wrist into a reminder of His promise
to me as a daughter of the King. He whispered to me how to turn the symbols on
my wrist into a heart and His name—God.
My
heart skipped a beat.
Redemption
was possible! Redemption of this mistake—of any mistake I could make—was and is
possible in and through Him. I drew on my wrist, transformed the flawed image,
and smiled. Then I added a word—but.
But
God. It’s
one of the most powerful statements in relation to our Lord. It begins a new
thing, transforms another, makes and fulfills promises. But God. God had
given me hard evidence, a lasting reminder, of how He had been, is, and always
will be by my side, directing my steps and planning my ways.
I
finally got the opportunity to transform that tattoo. It no longer is a flawed
plan carried out in what I had called indelible ink. No. God always has the
last word. The former image is gone and is now redeemed and transformed as a perfect reminder
that God’s will be done.
I love my transformed tattoo! It's a beautiful reminder of God's love and power |
He’s not finished with me yet—praise God! And
this life between two gardens, though the tension may be thick and the way
uncertain to me, God, if I let Him, will be sure that all things
work for my good as a daughter of the King. #PTL!