The Tennis Racket

"I carry more to class every day than I pack when I fly across the country."

It's true.  But last week Thursday when our campus minister Neal asked me to bring my suitcase to his office to help prepare for our upcoming mission trip, I protested.  I didn't want to walk fifteen minutes across campus with my suitcase.  I don't usually fly with a suitcase, and I definitely wasn't walking to class with a suitcase.

On Friday, when we were meeting as a mission team Neal said, "I heard some of you care too much about your pride to walk all the way to my office with a suitcase."

He didn't have to say, "'Some of you' means 'Katie.'"  I knew.  He knew.  In case Neal's subtle reminder to keep my pride in check wasn't enough, God took care of it. 

Monday my gym class made the mid-semester switch from badminton to tennis.  For the rest of the semester, I get to carry around a tennis racket all day twice a week.

Really, I'm ok with it because it means I get to play tennis twice a week, but after about... oh, fifteenth time answering the "Why do you have a tennis racket?" question, it gets a little old.

Has your pride made unexpected appearances today?

What is your "tennis racket" to carry around today to make sure the pride stays in check?

<>< Katie

Update: Neal weighed my backpack today... 25lbs.

Creation

Hey, guys, thank you for all of the new comments, your support, and feedback. I was beginning to wonder if I had any readers, but according to my calculations this my 200th post and I have about ten readers. That's not too bad, is it? My ten readers are a fun mix of people (except for the few of you who are anonymous because I don't know who you are), which is exciting. Thanks for reading!

When I complete something, I'm pretty proud of it. Be it a paper, a blog, the newsletter, my scrapbook, anything. When I manage to complete a project, I love running my hands over it, rereading lines I've written, and enjoying the finished product. I love being able to talk about my projects in a non-braggadocios way. I am an artist, and I'm proud of my creation.

Likewise, God is an artist. You are His creation. He is proud of you. He wants to show you off, run His fingers through your hair, and enjoy just being with you. The only difference is: His work is perfect and He's allowed to brag about you.

You make your Heavenly Daddy proud,
<>< Katie