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This post is mostly here so I have a place to point people when they ask about my tattoo, my embodied vision—and a place to revisit when I need to remember it for myself.

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This tattoo came to me fast. While I turned over ideas for my second tattoo for years, this one arrived with such clarity that I could’ve gotten it the same day. I ended up waiting a few weeks for the appointment, but still—it felt instant.

The design is simple, but for me, it’s not just a symbol. It’s a covenant. It holds the weight of sacred promise.

It represents Yahweh—first and last, the uncaused cause, the one who is. Infinite in being, infinite in love—who was and is and is to come.

The symbol also represents our relationship—mine with Him—which is eternal. Not bound by time, not held together by my striving, but knit together by His faithfulness.

I had it placed on my ring finger intentionally. Like a wedding band, it marks me. Me to Him, and Him to me. Forever.

And there’s this, too: He carved me on His hands. Isaiah 49:16 says, “See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…” It makes me think of the scars of the cross. Even after the resurrection, when His body was glorified, the scars remained. Why? I wonder if they’re not just a reminder of what He did—but who He did it for. Us. Me. Love, etched into His eternal body.

So that’s what this little mark means. And when I see it, I remember Him and I remember us. Nothing can remove this mark and nothing can shake the covenant we have.

Though the mountains move and the hills shake, my love will not be removed from you and my covenant of peace will not be shaken. —Isaiah 54:10