Jeremiah 29:11 and Me

The chronicled details of the one goings in my world and thoughts... Or more simply put...My life as ME

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Sometimes you just need to hear the small things...T told me to call after I got off of work, so I did and he said he just wanted to ask me how work was and make plans for tomorrow. He is going with me to look at a tattoo place...but more about that in a minute.

So I started telling him about all the funny, and ridiculous things from work and he fell asleep on me. I know cause he was snoring...really loudly in my ear. I sat for a while just listening to him snore. His snore was comforting, and it made me think of how I felt when my dad snored at night. He would snore so loudly I could hear him from upstairs with the doors shut. But instead of it bothering me, it let me know he was there and oddly enough he was never too sleep or snoring too loudly that he didn't hear me call for him when I needed something or was afraid. My dad always had this special hearing, if I cried at night he heard me.

I remember one time, I had read a book about the holocaust. One of the characters in the book was put in the smoke stacks. I cried in my sleep, I guess I was dreaming about it, but my dad heard me. He came and woke me up and talked to me. K, that was off the subject just a little.

After hearing him snore and remembering how my dad's snoring comforted me, I woke him up and told him to go get some sleep. I almost laughed when he woke really easily, I don't know why I was so quiet to wake him. But all I said was "T, babe hangup so you can get some sleep" he woke saying for me to finish talking about work and started snoring again. I finally just said my love yous and hung up.


Now about the tattoos, I found a local place that does really good tattoos, I have seen a handful of the ones he has free-handed. So I thought I would go down and see what he can do with orchids and writting languages. I will probably punk out from seeing the needles, but the first visit is just to see if I like the drawing he makes up. I have thought alot about what other Christians would say about it. I know of alot of people on both sides of the issue, and I can see both of their points. However, I don't see anything wrong with it...its a safety thing for me. I will definetly be making sure he uses an autoclave to clean all his tools. I use to think that it was a sin to have something marked on your skin. Not so anymore, I am not writting or drawing anything degrading to anyone and the tattoo represents some deeply important to me. I have had these designs for at least 3 years. We will see what happens though.

2 Comments:

At 8:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Indeed it is the little things that mean the most. Take a child to Disney World and then ask a few years later what the best part of it was and it won't be the incredible fantasy world or the rides, it will be something the parent didn't realize like having a pillow fight in the motel and then cuddling and falling asleep.

 
At 9:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember being almost 10. We moved from an upstairs apartment in an old house across the street to the downstairs of another old house. I went to sleep in the old house and awoke in the new place. I asked how I got there, and my Daddy smiled and said, "I carried you." I was big for my age. He could have woke me up and made me walk to the new place, but he had carried me down those stairs, down the porch steps and across a four lane street and put me in my new bed. I felt loved.
Gray Eagle

 

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