mister wants a tattoo

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“Monster” by Mister, drawn this morning.

At least, I think he does.

On our way home from church this evening, we passed a man with a heavily-tattooed arm. “I want my arm to look like his arm,” said Mister.

“Ah,” I replied. “You want a tattoo?”

“No,” he insisted firmly. “I want a robot.”

Puzzled, I continued, “Er…well a tattoo is just a picture on your arm. You could have a robot tattoo.”

He didn’t seem to make the connection, but was clearly impressed by having a drawing on your arm. I didn’t feel it my place to inform him of a) the pain, b) the cost, and c) the legalities (quite a few years to go until he’s allowed one) of tattooing, but found this little exchange rather amusing.

It may come as a surprise to you to hear that I want Mister to have a tattoo also. I want him to have a tattoo of God’s words fixed so firmly into his life that he longs to please Christ more than anyone else.

Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.

Deuteronomy 11:18-19

The older Mister gets, the more passionately I hope and pray for Him to know and love Jesus throughout his life. Above everything I could possibly want for him and his future, this is the prized possession, the one goal of eternal value.

Yes, I hope he does well academically – but not at the expense of craving godly wisdom and understanding.

Yes, I hope he excels at music or sport or art or something impressive – but not at the expense of understanding that God loves him even if he never ‘achieves’ anything impressive in human terms.

Yes, I hope he ends up doing a job he loves – but not at the expense of realising the perfect plan God has for him.

Yes, I hope he marries and has his own children one day – but not at the expense of forsaking his true Bridegroom (John 3:29).

Yes, I want the best for him – but I know that God’s best is the very best I could possibly pray for him.

Mister – my adored son,

The more days I spend with you, the more I so desperately want your life to reflect God’s glory. I praise God that you’ve come to know Jesus as your ‘friend’, and pray that as you grow and experience new things – good and bad – you will always know the love, protection and guidance of the One who sent His son to die for you. And I pray that, as you grow into this realisation, you will want to live more devotedly, more passionately, more distinctively as His adored son and disciple.

Love,

Mummy x