Wednesday, February 27, 2008

It started off slightly raised and puffy, a little red around the edges, tender to the touch. It then became cracked along the lines of my skin where it creases at the curve behind my ankle bone, above my heel. It is now beginning to peel in tiny sections. The dark black flaking to reveal a shinier lighter black beneath. A layer of skin gone, but the ink remains beneath. I like the way it's not a perfectly symmetrical shape. Some points are longer, some points are thinner, none quite the same.

I've always loved the night sky. Laying in the dark in the chill of the night with the blackness above me, I feel close to God. I am awed by the vastness of it all, by His greatness and power. Psalm 8 says:

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.

He is God in heaven, and I am here on Earth. The stars remind me of my place in the world.

People ask me the significance of it, what it means, why I picked it. I don't know how to answer that question.


A picture for Rachel.

1 Comments:

Blogger Rachel said...

Aren't you going to post a picture of it?

2/28/2008  

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