Eighteen (and a half) years of marriage is a good amount of time. We've passed that "seven year itch" thing you hear folks talking about. And we've survived money problems and kid problems (so far). And moving-across-the-country-and-back-again problems. Things are good.
And then there's the "do you still love me?" phase. Or phases. It's one of my go tos. Because I have a tendency to be THAT wife who, from time to time, says things like, "I just want you to love me. MORE. Like alotta lot. Pleeeez love me," in a snot bubble-filled emotional display.
But my husband does love me. I am now sure of this. You know why? Well, it wasn't the time he organized the pantry voluntarily or asked me how I'm feeling. Nor was it the time he went out to buy me over-sized, "I just pushed out a 10 lb 4 oz baby boy" feminine protection pads.
I was finally convinced of his love for me when he said, "I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. And I want it to have your name - MOLLY."
What? That's me! I'm her! ALL these years, and it took this! One little Molly tattoo and it's as if this whole "for better or for worse, 'til death do you part" deal finally becomes official. And he hasn't even gotten it yet. He doesn't have to! I'm all squared-away in just the knowing he wants to get one.
Fine, tattoos aren't for everyone. But I think I speak for all of us when I say: we girls have a huge appetite for love. And that sneaky bad guy Satan often tries to convince us we're hard to love, labeling us "unlovable" - a label he only wishes he could permanently tattoo onto our identities.
But no way. I would much rather believe in TRUTH and focus on the tattoo God has engraved onto my soul. His permanent LOVE tattoo.
Saddleback Church's guest speaker last weekend, Derwin Gray, even wrote a book about it: Limitless Life. It's about how Jesus removes old labels - addict, orphan, failure (kid-snapper-atter) - and tattoos new ones onto our souls - "soul tattoos." All of which help us to see ourselves as he sees us - lovable!
So before my husband gets all tatted up with Molly "sleeves," though appreciated (and perhaps a bit overboard), I'm already confident of the transforming love God has tattooed onto my soul.
"...His banner over me is love." Song of Solomon 2:4