The Klutz strikes again

When you read stories of missionaries, you often find that they have suffered from various illnesses such as malaria, typhoid, etc. I know that having malaria is horrible and serious, but getting it while you are missionary seems almost romantic, suffering Jesus, laying your life down. Please do not get me wrong, I DO NOT WANT MALARIA! However, those illnesses come from going to another country to serve God. To me, it seems like there is almost a nobility to them.

A story that I read as a child was called, "Megan the Klutz." The sequel which was almost as good was called, "The Klutz strikes again." To my knowledge, I do not think that those were based on my life but they could have been.

Throughout my life, I have been brutally aware of my inability to walk and talk at the same time, that coordination was just one of those things I do not have. I trip on flat ground. I walk into walls. I don't see the cord in the front of my classroom and fall over in front of all of my students. I sit down on a chair that isn't quite in the right spot and miss it once again in front of my class. Yes, this is the life of a klutz, my life.

I hoped that my tendency to fall would have been left back in the states. Surely that now that I am a missionary, I would finally be graceful. That was not what happened. Last Wednesday, I was coming out of a night of amazing worship with all of our teachers and just simply walking down a few steps. By now, I should know better. PAY ATTENTION! Do not walk and talk at the same time. But, I did not, and I fell just like I usually do. This time I drew a huge crowd. The pain was bad enough for me to almost pass out. My ankle quickly grew tennis ball size and now it has all sorts of pretty shades of blue and purple. The Klutz strikes again!