Tattoos

There’s something quite uncharacteristic about me now. I have arms full of tattoos. This was just so not me. I never had a tattoo before I was 58 years old. I’m very easily distracted, and never more than by my own thoughts. For quite some time and even still, I need to focus on the story God gave me of my own life and be forever grateful. When you're in pain or have unnecessary thoughts, you're likely to sway or forget to count it ALL joy. I wanted and needed reminders. Hence, the tattoos. I didn’t get them willy nilly. I wrote about them first. They tell my story.