Tonight's entry is again by my brother, Dave, who lives in Wichita, Kansas and is the winningest high school tennis coach in the US! Lord willing, I am safely back in Houston after a four week mission to Vietnam!
I like to think of myself as a really good golfer. I like to think that,but honestly , it's not true. Not even close .....oh, there are rounds where I seem to know what I'm doing and I'll shoot a good score, but truthfully, I'm just a hack who loves to play. It's when I think I'm a big deal that the wheels usually come off and I'm exposed.
I really could write a small book about me and golf, and lessons I have learned... But the bigger lessons are the ones I OUGHT to have learned and either refuse to or don't see as important. I stink in sand traps. I refuse to try different clubs, instead trying to force results from clubs ill suited for particular needs. I don't like to practice, and yet I want PRACTICE results.
About five years ago , my oldest son Zach offered to caddy for me while we play... Not carry my bags (THAT would be nice !👍) but to help me with club selection and stroke management. On a couple of rare moments, I've listened to him... And almost always his advice has been spot on. So why don't I all the time? Pride, stubbornness , self contentment ... And when I don't listen, I don't maximize what I COULD be!
We need spiritual caddies. Burden lifters. Encouragement givers. Comfort afforders. In essence, Jesus provides in the most importance sense what a caddy does on a shallow level.... Everything that is needed. Hopefully we allow Jesus to navigate our lives for us and allow him to speak so that we will.... Listen.
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