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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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I got it in October of 2024, but I had been turning the idea over in my mind for 6–8 years before that. It all started with a sermon. The pastor described the people of God as being steeped in the Word, and something about that image really struck me. I wrote it down in my journal: That’s how I want to describe myself. One of my early “visions of becoming”.
Steeped.
Like tea leaves in hot water. Changed intrinsically.
As the years passed, that simple metaphor grew richer and deeper. I want to be steeped in the Word—in all the ways that phrase carries meaning:
I want these truths to saturate me so thoroughly that I’m changed by them. That my very essence carries their flavor. There’s no going back. There’s no rinsing it out.
Another side of this is realizing I don’t have to live paycheck to paycheck on His Word. His Rhema word can saturate my life. And the same is true of His love. I refuse to live with a scarcity mindset toward either. His Word and His love are not doled out in rations—they overflow. There is abundance.
And of course, on a more surface level—tea and books are two of my deep loves. The teacup pattern is based on a cup given to me by my adopted grandmother, which adds another layer of meaning and memory.
So, that’s the story behind it. A little tea, a little theology, a little family history—and a whole lot of vision-casting.