Golf

It has been 5 years since I last stepped foot on a golf course. The summer after I graduated from high school my three best friends and I went out to our local club for one last game before we all went our separate ways. The fellowship we shared that day is something I’ll never forget, but I have had no desire to go anywhere near a golf course since then. That day I lost an entire box – not a sleeve, mind you, but a box – of golf balls in 18 holes of golf.

What got me back on the fairway today was a guy’s morning out with my cousin Rhett and his buddies to celebrate his upcoming wedding. Kristen and I got into town at 1:30 this morning. My brother Jacob woke me with a phone call at 7:20 to tell me they had booked an 8 a.m. tee time. I got to the golf course tired and hungry, but I’m so glad I went.

I’m very excited to see Rhett and Sayla take the first step in building a new life together tomorrow afternoon. Rhett is just the second person in our generation of my family to get married, and I’m thrilled to see others recognize the true blessing that marriage can be once you have met the person that God created for you to share your life with. I want to support them in whatever way I can. If that means stumbling through 18 holes of golf to show him a good time, I’m there.