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The Writing on my Arm

Once upon a time, before the advent of the smart phone (gasp of shock and horror… yes kids, there was life before the iPhone), busy women, like myself, were forced to rely on their own over-burdened memory to get things done. Appointments. Phone numbers. Grocery lists.

It was all too much for this daydream-y, flustered brain to recall. Writing myself a note was only half the battle. Far too often I would proceed to misplace the paper, along with the ever-so-crucial piece of information I needed to remember. So discouraging when the worn shredded scrap was found at the bottom of a purse or pocket or diaper bag days after it was needed.

I learned to write my important notes somewhere impossible to lose: my own arm.

At the peak of busyness, my skin was a criss-cross of inky blue impressions. The tribal markings of a suburban soccer mom. Appointments. Phone numbers. Grocery lists.

I don’t write on my arm anymore.

Until this weekend.

I decided to revive my old tradition – with a twist. This important reminder is permanently inked on my left wrist… where I will see it frequently… so I will never forget.


B’Tzelem Elohim

in Hebrew


Made in the Image of God

Because I forget this about myself all the time.

About my family and friends.

About the people I meet everyday.

The ones who I barely notice. The ones who cut me off in traffic. The ones who inspire me. The ones who irritate me. The ones we write songs and speeches and made-for-tv movies about. The ones in prison and rehab and reality tv. The ones who are just like me. The ones who live a world away.

Every single person is one of us. There is no them. We all have something in us that resembles the One who made us.

If I remember this… If I look for it… If I call it forward… in myself and in others. Maybe then, I will love and live the way I’m meant to.

God spoke: “Let us make human beings in our image, make them reflecting our nature

 So they can be responsible for the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the cattle,

And, yes, Earth itself, and every animal that moves on the face of Earth.”

God created human beings; he created them godlike,

Reflecting God’s nature.

Genesis 1:26-27 (MSG)

So here’s me, and to preemptively answer the most frequent question about getting a tattoo: YES, it hurts, a lot. But it’s worth it to me.

Not an Ordinary Girl

Another Five Minute Friday – today’s word is: Ordinary


fragileI thought we’d have more time. You’re not even 11 yet, but already we’re feeling the angst. It shouldn’t be a surprise. You’ve had that teenage sass and swagger since your very first steps.

When I’m not pulling out my hair, I’m choking back a laugh. This level of drama and emotion is usually reserved for foriegn soap operas. You are definitely my kid.

But there’s one part that is neither frustrating nor amusing, it just breaks my heart. When you tell me that you hate the way you look. When you act like a C is a failing grade. When you tell me you “just can’t do it” before you’ve even tried.

You used to wear a plastic tiara every day and you just KNEW you were a princess. You used to build fantastic inventions out of duct tape and cardboard boxes and were legitimately surprised when they didn’t turn back time or make chocolate ice cream. You used to believe in fairy tales and happy endings and most of all, in yourself.

Who told you you were ordinary?

I worry that it was me. That you see me worrying that I’m too chubby. and too weird. and too awkward. If it was, forgive me. We are so much alike and sometimes I forget that I am more than ordinary too.

The tag on our souls says “Handle With Care.” Because we are sensitive. and emotional. and weird.

But most importantly, it also says:

Betzlehem Elohim

Imago Dei

Made in the Image of God

There’s nothing ordinary about you.


So here’s all of us, with a divine spark all our own. Because there’s no such thing as ordinary.

Part of lisajobaker.com‘s 5 Minute Friday; a writing challenge that goes like this:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

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