I never thought that in my father-in-laws lifetime I would ever get a tattoo. Well, it just so happened that I did get inked…while my mother and father in-law were visiting/staying with us last month.
After I told my FIL the “why” behind it…he couldn’t say no.
Here’s the back story.
Our household knew Sara (Gitzengirl) was nearing her end on earth. It had been a very heavy and emotional couple of weeks. One evening Alece and I were up in her room sobbing and sharing stories about our Gitz. My husband, Brent, walked in, consoled us and prayed over us. During his prayer I looked down at my right arm and saw the words, “Choose Joy” on it.
I’d wanted a tattoo for years, but I didn’t know exactly what to get. But this night, I knew that I knew that I knew I was to get Sara’s words put there on my arm as a constant reminder of everything she stood for. That in any, and every, circumstance there is joy to be found – so choose it.
My heart filled with a peace. Knowing that in a small way Sara would always be with me.
Brent finished praying, we all stood up and hugged. And ugly-cried. Through pouring tears I told Brent the vision I had and asked his permission to get Choose Joy tattooed on my arm. He immediately responded with, “Of course!”
Alece was standing there and asked if I’d mind if she joined me.
And it wasn’t long before other people started joining in, too.
I can’t help to think what Sara might have felt about all of this. She’d hate the attention, I know that!
This last Tuesday, as I saw Sara in her casket, she wore a shirt she had made for that occasion…it read “It’s Not About Me.”
This tattoo – is not about me. Ironically…it is about Sara. But even more than that, it is about taking an opportunity to share with those who ask what “Choose Joy“ means. It’s an opportunity to share faith, hope, persistence, strength, perspective and JOY. Attributes that, with God through her, Sara showed us.
So, this tattoo…it’s about others. And that is exactly how Sara would’ve wanted it.












