When I was 17 I wanted so many tattoos, but my mom didn't like the idea so I waited; I kept asking her every year, for 4 years straight if I could get one. Lydia could have definitely hooked me up underage, but I for the same reason that I played saxophone instead of trombone in middle school (mom liked sax better), I chose to wait. Then one day I called her from around the world and told her another story about how I had been stranded- sick, depressed, and alone on a boat with no clean water off the coast of Malaysia, crying and wondering why God was so far off and hard to find that whole month and especially that day. The dark in the water seemed to call darker thoughts in my mind asking me to throw myself in the ocean and drown... see if heaven was real. Then I remembered these words: "Never will I leave you, no- Never will I forsake you!" I cried out loud to God for help and sure enough in that moment a boat crossed the horizon. I waved a piece of wood and the boat slowly drew closer. I hadn't learned the local language, but out of nowhere the guy started speaking Spanish, the one language I'm confident in other than English! He took me back to land, just as a huge storm rolled in. Anyways, I hope that encourages someone. Just because you can't see a boat in the distance doesn't mean it isn't there. It just means you can't see it at the moment. So don't doubt in the darkness what you once saw clearly in the light. Also, I'm glad I didn't get a 5 point star on my arm at 17, but waited till mom gave me her approval of these words on my arms. Thanks mom.