Redeemed

One of my favorite questions the past two weeks, as a result of the incredible profile written by Max Abelson from Bloomberg Businessweek, has been "why do you have a tattoo that says "Redeemed"?"  

I am a woman of faith, of Christian faith to be precise, most importantly though, I just love God.  I love his faithfulness and his love for me.  I went through some pretty dark moments of uncertainty, some serious heartbreak, and through it all God continued to show me love.  God carried me through every single moment.  Faith really is believing without seeing, and I needed a lot of faith with each step I took.  I didn't know if I was going to be able to attend college until three weeks before I set foot on the UT campus.  I didn't know how I was going to pay college when the City of San Antonio built a museum in the place where I sold Funnel Cakes.  I didn't know how I would get a job after college.  There were a lot of things I didn't know, but I have always known that God, my saver, my redeemer has called me by name.  God, my redeemer, has ordered my steps.  

The way I wake up every morning is with my arm by my head, and the first thing I see is "Redeemed." It reminds me each morning that no matter what happens, God has me.