With me working as a cashier, I see a ton of people on a
daily basis. And I guess I don’t really realize/remember that I have tattoos; because
I’m use to them? They’re just a part of me. But to the guests passing through
my line, my tattoos are new to them.
I’m constantly getting compliments on my heart tattoo and
everyone wants to know where I got it done. There are a few people who ask how
I got the idea and they’re blown away when I say I helped in creating it from
my own drawings.
Tonight I was ringing up a couple, it was almost closing
time and I had to get a price-check. So, there we are waiting for the person to
come back with the correct price and the lady asks me about my tattoo. I tell
her that I had all these drawings and how I took them to the tattoo artist and
he pulled elements from all of them.
“What does it mean?”
Asked the man. At first I was a little unsure if I should tell them. I didn’t
know how they would respond. I mean here I am at work and I didn’t want it to seem
like I was my ‘preaching’ at them.
“The heart was, is my heart, it was broken and God
healed it. God sent the Holy Spirit to wash it out with living water. Then the
Holy Spirit refined my heart with fire. And then God came to live in my heart
and reign in my life.”
The couple then
went quite. The guy stared at me for a few moments.
“So you’re a believer then?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
He stared for a
few more moments and then he slowly smiled and nodded.
The price check
person came back and I finished ringing up their purchase. As the couple was
leaving, the guy turned around waved at me, smiled and said “God bless you.”
Another opportunity I
had to share about My Almighty God, and I almost missed it.
Wouldn't that have been a shame?
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