Do any of you out there play golf?
Maybe you do, or maybe some of you are more like me and make a valiant attempt to play the game.
On the flip side, my husband is passionate about chasing a small, dimpled ball around a lovely expanse of green turf. He’s quite good at it, too.
I’ve played (I use the term loosely) with him on occasion. Pictures like the ones below are reason enough for me to endure the humiliation of being a high scorer. (Sidenote: Having the highest score in golf is not a good thing!). But, these scenes make it all well worth it.
Recently, my husband singlehandedly invented a fundraiser for our local golf course. He challenged himself to play 500 continuous holes of golf without leaving the course until he was finished. He collected pledges for holes played.
I’m happy to say he achieved his goal in only five days, playing an average of 100 holes of golf per day! I’m whooped after only 9 … oh, the mental strain! Golf is a mental game, ya know.
Aside from missing hot showers and sleeping in his own bed, he said the golfing was the easy part. He had supportive friends playing with him from sunrise….
…. to sunset.
Besides my husband’s goal of raising money for the local golf course, where our ties run deep, his biggest takeaway of the whole experience?
He summarized it like this: “Life is like the game of golf … when you get a double bogie on one hole, just pick up your clubs and keep going.” Kinda like life, eh? Keep swinging!!!
Love, grace and peace,