Cortney. Twenty. Trying to do my best everyday to do the right thing, serve God, and encourage others.

"Fear is keeping things in your own hands; faith is turning them over into the hands of God."

“It is because of the hasty and superficial conversation with God that the sense of sin is so weak and that no motives have power to help you to hate and flee from sin as you should.” -A.W. Tozer

 

pureblyss:

I want to gracefully let go of the things I thought I wanted for the future and hold fast to whatever God has for me now.

Running away from God is like running from your own heart.

Charles Stanley - The Blessings of Brokenness (via thelastwillbefirst)

I am Maureen Nettuno, and I am a tattoo artist. Now for those that actually know me, they may have just said “The hell is she talking about?”… this response would not be a surprise considering I draw like a 4 year old, have the handwriting of a dog, and shake like i’m having an eternal anxiety attack. I also have never touched the skin of someone with a needle other than accidentally clothes-pinning my sister. But my statement stands. I am a tattoo artist…and so are you.

A tattoo artist is someone who leaves permanent marks on all sorts of people, and they each are unique markings. There are good tattoo artists and there bad tattoo artists. A lot of bad tattoo artists at that. There is good line work and bad line work. Small tattoos and large tattoos. Nonetheless permanent.

Now here is my tangle of thoughts… our life is full of leaving permanent marks on people. We interact and encounter someone different daily, and some the same. What we say to these souls, or how we look at them, or even just how we act is leaving permanent marks on them whether we are aware or not. Like I said, we aren’t giving everyone we run into an intricate sleeve of art, though there are some we will invest that time and work into, but we are leaving something behind.

I want to take this art seriously, there are a lot of bad tattoo artists out there, who have left some nasty pieces on people that they are ashamed of and would rather just cover up, but they are permanent. I have given and have received countless marks that I wish I could take back, but once its etched in, there is no going back. My words and actions have not always encouraged and inspired, nor will they ever do only that. But may I be intentional knowing that even the small things are leaving a mark. Including on me, by who I surround myself with.

In the end all this ink, left only upon the hearts and minds, creates a masterpiece. It tells the story of who someone is and how they became that way.

I personally desire to leave marks of love and grace, that point to an Artist far greater than I, One who is a master of all the art. The Creator of it. Who is as permanent as the ink worn in. Who was, and is, and is to come. Who takes our sketchy white van tattoos and molds them into a proclamation of hope, who cannot stray from His design and finishes what He begins.

I am thankful to be learning from such an artist. I am thankful for the marks of a Savior.

M.N. // Marks Of A Savior (via maureennettuno)

rhydonmyhardon:

being told you’re appreciated is one of the simplest yet incredibly uplifting things you can ever hear

You wear strength so well, I forget that you have to take it off at the end of the day; still feeling the marks that it leaves on your soul.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

What an ache we have to be loved, what an ache, what a beautiful beautiful ache.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

The fact is that I can let this crush me or I can let God use this to make me stronger. There’s always a choice.