Carrying, birthing, and raising these four sweet souls has made me a warrior. The hardest thing I've ever done is parent. My body fought for them. My spirit breathes life from God into them. Every battle I fight for them from the birthing room to the rocking chair to the playground to the dinner table is done with love from the depths of me. Dig down deep love that's hard and dirty and requires grit and determination on so many days.
I fight against myself, against my selfishness to give more of myself to them when I'm tired and weary.
I fight to keep Jesus the wellspring of our lives.
I fight to love when I don't want to.
I fight to teach and show them the very love of God in word and deed.
I fight to keep the junk of this world from diluting, poisoning, and tainting the hearts of my kids every day.
Paul and I are warriors. You parents are warriors.
Jude, Levi, Ethan and Karis are the four arrows in our full quiver.
We are sharpening them, strengthening them, and carving them into arrows that one day we will release into the world to pierce the darkness with the brilliant love of Christ. We fight the evil of this world in part by helping raise arrows. We are purposefully sharpening them, discipling them, and loving them to model Jesus. He has a direct path for them once they are finely sharpened.
Paul and I got these tattoos as a visual reminder that we are warriors for Christ, fighting the difficult battle of raising arrows with the love of Christ in their hearts. A reminder to be like Jesus, to model Him in every action and word. A reminder to keep fighting to softly mold with love the hearts of our kids and in so doing becoming more like Jesus ourselves. When we are annoyed, exhausted, angry, or frustrated- a visual of why a God gave us our sweet, little gifts. A greater purpose. Won't you raise arrows with us?