Humble Thyself

This morning at church we had a guest preacher, and he gave an awesome sermon about humility and grace.  Basic summary: clothe yourself in humility every day, and God will give you grace that is sufficient for all your needs.

After church I had a small moment where I confused the word "humility" with "humiliation."  I walked out the church door, hung a left, and promptly tripped over the door stop.  I didn't stumble or take a couple running steps; instead, I fell down head-long, face planting halfway on the sidewalk, and halfway in the decorative river rocks.  My purse went flying (but everything managed to stay in it!), and I stood up with my left pinky finger bleeding, my right knuckles and my right palm scraped and bleeding (don't ask me how I scraped both my palm and my knuckles on the same hand), my chin scraped but fortunately not bleeding, and a nice bump and bruise forming on my left knee.  I also had a river rock tightly grasped in my left hand for unexplained reasons.

The only witnesses were a couple from church who were stopped at the stop sign directly in front of me.  They did open their door to make sure I was all right, and I assured them I would live, and they could even laugh about it.

For the rest of the day I will endure the jokes about being humble, lying prostrate before the Lord, and bowing in reverence.