Reminders

Every time I see a girl with a noticeable engagement ring I tend to look down at my own ring finger. I've always taken a deep breath and sighed in that moment. Wished for my turn to come. Tonight my gaze shifted down to the back of my left hand. It was no longer a ring that I imagined but rather a nail pierced hand. 

Some Bible scholars say that Jesus' wrists were actually what was nailed to the cross due to potential tearing in the hands. With that in mind, I investigated my wrists as well and thought to myself. What if? What if every time I looked at my hands I remembered what love Jesus has for me. It was a humbling moment. 

Maybe I'll tattoo my wrists next, or maybe I'll just get a gold bracelet. I'm not sure. But I want to remember. Every day I want to remember what Jesus did for me. I love Him, I love Him, I love Him. And I want everyone to know how incredible my Jesus is.