Henna hands...

the ink.

People comment, but I don't even notice it anymore.

It's become a part of me.

Worked it's way into my skin, staining it brown in an intricate design.

Scrubbing will do no good.

I just have to wait until it starts to fade away.

Henna tattoos, unfortunately, remind me of sin. It looks pretty. People may notice it, but you may have forgotten about it because it's been there for so long. It digs deep, and it's roots go far. It stains us and taints us, separating us from God. While henna fades away in time, sin will never fade, and if we don't watch out, it can grow into something far out of our control.

The good news is that Jesus can scrub the sin out of our lives. He's already dealt with it once and for all, but we must be patient and work with him as he continues to change us daily. Although we make mistakes, God will be there to pick up the pieces if we let him.

So the henna on my hands, with its dots and swirls, is an encouraging reminder of how Jesus is renewing me day by day into the godly woman I strive to be, as he replaces my sinful nature with the mind of Christ.

"Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in the appearance of a man, He humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross. Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father"
-Philippians 2:5-11