This morning my dad
text me at 6:12 all chipper and rearing to have a great day. I was
still in bed, exhausted and in pain. We had a thunder and rain storm
over our house last night that was so intense I was looking out the
window to see if we had ended up in Kansas. And after bottling 35
bottles of grape juice by myself yesterday my shoulder was burning
with the pain of a thousand vengeful, knife-weilding suns.
My dad, however,
was all set to have “the best day ever.” I told him that if I was
going to have the best day ever I would need some handicaps. He
seemed a little confused so I looked up handicaps to make sure I knew
what I was talking about, and this is what I found…..
Wait a minute. Do you mean to tell me that even if my game is not very strong, I can be judged by my potential ability so that I can be on equal terms with my opponent? Who knew golf had so much compassion?
Yes, I definitely needed some compassionate handicaps to get through my day. It has been a tough week anyway, certainly I’m due for an easier day, right?
Fortunately, even though I don’t play golf there is One who can grant me handicaps. One who sees my potential ability and not only cuts me some slack but lends me His strength.
He paid the ultimate price so that we can all play on equal terms. So that we can have that extra bit of help when we need it.
So even though I felt like I was starting way behind when I got out of bed today, I actually had a pretty good day. The Lord had compassion on me. He saw the potential I had today based on if I had started out at my top ability, and He made the effort I was able to put into my day be enough, which put me on a more level playing ground with whatever came my way.
I wonder if there’s golf in heaven?
Source: Wikipedia
