From the moment my daughters were born, I wanted to imprint a truth on their soul:
You are so loveable, that God gave his one, and only, son for you.
You are so valuable, that you were bought with a price.
You are so capable, that with God nothing is impossible for you.
“You are loveable, valuable, and capable,” I told my girls over and over again. I reminded them over breakfast in the morning. It was the last thing I said to them at night after bedtime prayers. I wrote it on Post-it notes and put it in their sack lunch. I gave them key chains with bead letters: LVC. I wrote it on letters, on postcards, text messages and emails.
“Hey, Taylor. Hey, Madison. Guess what?!!”
“You’re loveable, valuable, and capable!”
When they were toddlers they giggled.
When they were tweens they smiled.
When they were teens they humored me, but I sensed the rolling of their eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, dad. I know, I know. Loveable, valuable, capable. Whatever.”
They’re grown now. They are adults. I haven’t stopped reminding them. As I mentioned, I wanted the truth imprinted indelibly on their souls.
I never imagined that the truth would end up indelibly imprinted, in my handwriting, on my daughter, Taylor’s, back.
I think I’ll still remind her from time to time. After all, the tattoo is on her back where she can’t see it. I wouldn’t want her to forget what’s written there 🙂