When you wrote your name of my heart!

August 8, 2025 0 By Mirm

So I did a thing. Not a big deal and I am even unsure if I will keep this post up telling about it. There are so many opinions about this topic and I do not want to be part of the conversation about whether or not it is “okay” or not.

Backing up, I have never been a tattoo person, mostly because I could not think of anything I would want on me permanently. As my niece would say when asked if she had a tattoo, “Let me ask you a question.  Would you put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari?!” I am not against them; I just never really thought it was for me. Fast forward. My son married Amanda, whose extended family owns and runs the world’s oldest tattoo parlor – Razzouk Tattoo in Jerusalem. They are doing a pop up  tour in various cities in the US this summer.

Years ago, James William Mohler (aka Jimbo, Jimmy, the Great Jimbino, Jim) stole my heart and wrote his name on it. It is a name that I have known and a person who made his home in my heart for more than 30 years before he went to his heavenly home. But his name is still there – graffitied on my soul. When we visited a castle ruin in Spain we noticed how people had left their mark on the weathered walls hundreds of years earlier. When we were in Barbados we saw names carved along the walls  of Harrison’s  Cave and wondered if any were Jim’s relatives. When we were in Stratford on Avon we saw Shakespeare’s moniker etched in Anne Hathaway’s window.  So I put Jim’s autograph on my skin. I’m his!

It reminds me that God wrote his law on my heart and my name is etched on His palms.  Revelation says that Jesus has His title written on His thigh at the last battle. None of this is literal, I am sure, BUT it reminds me of the profound and lasting relationship that will NEVER change. His Name contains a Universe. Just like my name written in my clothes as a child, I wear God’s name so I can never get lost or forgotten. I am deeply cherished and and remembered forever by the Name above all names!