2 Years Later and A New Tattoo

I got back to Steubenville today. Classes start next Monday, but I'm on Orientation Team and wanted to come back a few days early, so I did. 


2 years ago today, I arrived at Franciscan University and my life was changed forever. The last 2 years, I've been SO blessed to have such incredible people to call my second family. They call me on to holiness every day and they helped me through the hardest time of my life. They helped me figure out who I am: a fighter. I love my second family. I cannot put into words how much I love these people and how blessed I am. They've shown me the unconditional love of Christ, and I will be eternally grateful for that. 


Today, I got my third tattoo. Here it is:

"Fighter" is the new one. It's a constant reminder of who I am. I am a fighter. I could have given up a LONG time ago, but I fought through the last 3 years of my life and haven't. So, that's who I am. The 1 Timothy 6:12 used to be in white, but I asked the tattoo artist to go over it in black. I'm SO happy with it. It's simple, but not too simple, ya know? The fact that I got it today is no coincidence. Part of the reason I chose to get it today is in honor of my friends who helped me figure out that I am a fighter.