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Who I Am

I keep a notebook where I jot down ideas and thoughts for future blog posts, or just things that pop into my head. I was just looking over some old notes and came across this from a few months ago:

A few thoughts that came to my head in the car driving the other day: I am not my weight. I am not how much I can squat. I am not how much muscle I have. I am not how lean I am. God has to constantly remind me of this. Every time I get caught up in things that aren't that important in the long run, not from an eternal perspective, He always speaks to me and reminds me of what's really important in life and who I am and what I have in HIM. He always leads me back to Him and reminds me that it’s not all about ME.

Just thought that maybe someone out there needed to hear this! :)

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  1. AnonymousAugust 21, 2012 at 5:35 PM

    wow..not only is that so beautiful but something that I definitely needed to hear! I am guilty of getting so caught up in pushing myself that I forget to look outside of myself...because in the end looking outside of ourselves is actually what we need to really get in touch with ourselves...and understand what really is important in our lives!

    Thank you so much!!<3

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  2. Ivy August 21, 2012 at 11:19 PM

    Beautifully said!! BTW, I'm excited to have found you're blog! I started CrossFit about 3 months ago, and I'm loving it so far!

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    1. LindsayAugust 22, 2012 at 5:09 AM

      Hi Ivy, thank you for the comment and welcome to my blog! :)

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  3. TomAugust 23, 2012 at 2:22 PM

    I think your comments mean alot more coming from someone who is already in great shape as opposed to an out of shape person who is saying there are more important things with a "bitter grapes" attitude. I admire your dedication to God. You are a good example.

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