Inspired by the refreshing honesty of Tami's latest post, I have decided to make the most recent "Klutzy Katie Moment" a permanent part of cyberspace. Not that I was hiding it before, exactly. In fact, I went around telling quite a few people, just to make sure I wasn't taking myself too seriously.

Anyway, it's nothing too out of the ordinary, I suppose, but Thursday afternoon I was leaving Koon after stopping back to my room after choir before heading up to dinner. As I bounded down the two large steps, I didn't think twice about the surface beneath my feet. I was far too preoccupied with making sure I had my ID card, listening to Adrienne and Dean disdainfully criticize the Thursday night Saga fare, and using one gloved hand to push a few strands of hair behind my ear... and then I hit the sidewalk.

Literally.

Like, plop. Down went Katie.
And I definitely sat there for a second, processing.

Was I actually sitting there on the cold pavement?
Was there actually coldness seeping into my socks and gloves?
Was that actually my butt becoming sore?
Or just my pride?

And then I started to laugh.
Because it was funny.
And it felt good.

And yes, Dean was a gentleman and helped me up. As he laughed.
So the three of us had a good laugh.
So, giggling, I got up and continued on my way up to dinner, sharing my tale with friends along the way. And as I wiped the snow off of my pants and coat, I realized how important moments like this really are in life. They don't seem like it, but they are. Because they are moments in which the Lord offers us a precious choice. We can choose to take ourselves too seriously and thus resent the blows to our pride, or we can embrace them as God's subtle (or not so subtle) reminders to seek humility and a constant sense of dependence on Him.

He got my attention on Thursday.
I pray it won't be the last time.
I'm fairly certain it won't be.