Well, I made myself a promise when I started this blog:
I, Katie, will never guilt myself into writing a post. I will only write when I want to write and will not write when I don't want to write.
For a casual, amateur blogger such as myself, this philosophy works. I wish it worked for homework and brushing my teeth and paying my taxes.
Soooo, the latest in my life is that I have a knee brace. A knee brace who I will probably name "Philbert." I'm open to suggestions. The part of my brain that is clever- like, yeah....it's virtually nonexistent these days.
What is existent all the time is Philbert.
(eh...still not sold on the name... [severely bad rabbit trail: why do girls name inanimate objects? Like "ah tehehe I just named my hairbrush "Harry." Like seriously. Come on. No one thinks it's cute anymore unless you're like an intrinsically cute person but then you could do anything, barf all over the rug, and everyone is like melting all over your cuteness])
We hang out all the time, me and Phil.And here's why (and then I'll get to the meat of what I want to say) Promise!
It was a beautiful winter day in New England and a bunch of friends decided to go skiing. Katie is not a very good skier or good at any winter sport.
She has a hard time with even the flatest of surfaces so why would a very unflat surface be a good idea? It is not.
Anyhow, like I said, it was beautiful and gorgeous and all things perfect and nice. But Katie's ski pole. Evil through and through and through said, "I know what I shall do. I shall make Katie trip over her ski." And that's what it did.
So as Katie was descending the longest run in the place. Right near the very top of the mountain- Katie fell.
Katie heard a loud popping noise that sounded like when you crack your knuckles only it was her knee and instead of feeling satisfaction she felt PAIN :(.
Her ski had twisted all the way around but very quickly. Thankfully, Katie was skiing with an awesome person who helped her out of her ski and try to walk.
Walking was not good so Ski Patrol was called and Katie felt the weird mixture of humiliation and excitement over going down the rest of the way on a ski-mobile.
Doctor gave Katie Philbert and a pair of loathsome crutches. X-ray showed no broken bones (HALLELUJAH!!!) but no one, to this day, has solved the mystery of the loud pop. Perhaps specialist will be able to??? I dk, my bff jill??
So anywho, that was then...three weeks later. I'm back on crutches after taking brief hiatus from those evil bruises-under-armpits-inducing things.
I just wanted to say, this has been a huge lesson to me.
I have had to ask for help so many times- and for things that would be so simple.
Like I can't walk up or, ESPECIALLY, down stairs which is unfortunate since many places around campus require that basic human ability.
But the coolest thing that is happening to me is that I am being shown that I really am so prideful. I like being independent. I like showing people that I'm self-sufficient. But it's totally untrue! I am so reliant on the Lord for everything. I am so reliant on my brothers and sisters as well.
It has been often said that no man is an island. And, man, I am so happy that is not the case. I'm so happy that people have been serving me and taking care of me. I really have everything I need. Everything! EVERYTHING!!!
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS HELPED ME THUS FAR!!! I LOVE EACH OF YOU SO MUCH!!!!
There may come a day where one of you will need some help from me. Maybe you too will be on hateful crutches and I will be so happy to serve you! I can't wait for that day. That day when I will be able to give back as I have been given.
And now- I leave you with some scripture a very good friend sent me the other day!
Job 19:25-27. "For I know that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth; And after my skin is destroyed, this I know, That in my flesh I shall see God, Whom I shall see for myself, And my eyes shall behold, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!"