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One thing I’ve learned about Him is how He keeps pushing us. It is never the same thing. Always a little different, always a little bit harder. And when I think I barely made it through the last thing, He whispers for me to go a bit further.

Yesterday we went to a camp and they made us climb and crawl and run and jump and pull and push and any other strenuous verb you can think of. I loved that feeling of being pushed. Not staying comfortable. Letting my knees get a little dirty and my shins get a little bruised. I am kind of sore today, guys. But that pushing…it was so good for me.

I don’t love the figurative pushing as much. I’d much rather climb a pole and jump off like I did yesterday. That was fun and exhilarating. This…well, this can get exhausting. He is pushing my heart. And it is getting sore.

Guys, it is so much fun. I love being back at school. Knowing it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be. I have a great view, a great roommate, and so many great opportunities. I am excited; I am happy.

And God is too good to have me be comfortable. So He keeps pushing me. A little bit further. Keeping me on my toes. And it is good. I am ok.

A little tired, and very sore.

But ok.

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