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Thankful Thursday

1. "I am not"- I just finished reading Louie Giglio's book, "I am not, but I know I AM." It was a humbling reminder to me that I do not know everything. If I rely on my own strength and knowledge, I will fail. I will crumble under pressure to be the best. I will question my own abilities. I will never be perfect in any relationship. If I forget that my name is I am not, I will get sucked up into conforming to the world. Yet God, who is named I AM, can do all things. I AM has made the whole universe. I AM knows my struggles and hurts. I AM is my source of strength and comfort. I know I AM, and nothing can ever be better than that. I am grateful for Louie Giglio's reminder that my name is "I am not", but I know I AM.

2. Pilates- Bearobics classes have begun again at the SLC. There are a variety of classes, ranging from weight training to yoga to water aerobics and everything in between. I have gone to Pilates two weeks in a row, and each week I have about died in class. Pilates is quite challenging!! However, even though my muscles hurt like crazy after the workout, it feels great to be building muscle and getting in better shape every week.

3. Thursday mornings- On Thursdays, I don't start class until 12:30. Although I am an early riser and consider sleeping until 8:30 to be late, I have been enjoying these mornings just to relax and start the day off right. I use the extra time to do laundry, go to the gym, watch the Today show and catch up on the week's news, and spend adequate time in the Bible. Yes, I think I'm going to like Thursday mornings this semester!


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