TurtleAnne:
YW, and it sounds like as you save up for it to be re-worked this time might be a blessing because it's always good to have settled on a new design development - whether faith based or otherwise - in plenty of time before you actually go under the needle.
(Interesting screen name; I believe that many Samoans /Polynesians have turtle based tattoo designs.)
Just thinking, in regards to the name the OP has chosen on here, that pattern could very easily be transformed into an amazing Turtle by a skilled artist.
Ive seen some amazing coverups done on horrid tats, the finished work being a beautiful peice of artwork, Not a "blotch" (reason to make sure the artist you choose has the skills)
I might consider this idea, having it turned into a turtle. The reason that I chose the word turtle for my screen name, is because the first spiritual experience that I can ever remember having involved a baby turtle. I will have to explain the whole for it to make sense:
When I was growing up as a little kid, my father was an abusive alcoholic. There was a part of him that was still good, deep down, but his alcoholism and rage issues made him an abusive and unreliable parent and person in general. He had been abused, himself, by his father when he was a child, so it was a situation of abuse and dysfunction perpetuating from one generation to the next.
My father had always had a thing for herpetology from the time he was a child, or basically the study and keeping as pets of reptiles, but mainly turtles. This was the only thing that my father and I ever bonded over. We would spend the Springs and Summers catching baby turtles together, setting up habitats and then learning about them, watching them eat and sun themselves, etc. This was in between the drunken rages and inappropriate behaviors, which created a sort of cognitive dissonance in me, not to mention that I was very isolated and lonely given that I had no childhood friends.
So one day when I a very young, like 7-9 range, my father and I had been looking for baby turtles all day. Now catching baby turtles takes a lot of patience, as well as having long handled nets (we made ours from PVC pipes) and being extremely fast. You have to sneak up them, very stealth-like, while they are sunbathing and then lunge quickly to get them in the net, otherwise they dive quickly into the murk and you're never going to find them (lakes, rivers, etc).
My father had been in one of his very dark moods that day, the sort of mood where he might snap and go into a rage at any given time. We had found no baby turtles, and I was just feeling in general very sad and lonely and tense. We were going along in the paddleboat and I had my hand just dragging in the water. I suddenly felt something in my hand, and it was a baby turtle. I mst stress that this was unheard of, for a baby turtle to be at the surface of water that was that deep, just out in the middle of the large creek instead of near the shallow shoreline, and for it not have dived immediately but to have just casually floated right into my hand.
My 7-9 year old self immediately interpreted it as a gift from God, it was the first time in my life that I had ever perceived a sort of "sign" like that, it just immediately felt like a small but meaningful message that I was loved. My father snapped at me and became enraged when I told him, and he let me know that God would never give me a gift. The baby turtle was put back into the lake.
But for whatever reason my heart and mind never let go of that moment, I was convinced that it was a message from God letting me know that despite my situation, I was loved, and I'll never forget it even now decades later.