During my golf meditation this morning, I found/retrieved several “orphaned” golf balls along the course, from a creek, under rocks, etc. Nothing wrong w/the balls, just lost or discarded. So I took the time and effort to stray from MY course, pick them up, clean them off, and put them back in play. And then it hit me: that’s a poignant metaphor for what God has done in/for me, and now what I can do for others. He doesn’t leave us in the shadows, weeds, rocks, or drowning in the creek. Let’s be on the lookout for the lost/discarded/orphaned peeps and do whatever we can to get them back on (the) course!
YOU, as God's divine kiddo, learning how to walk by faith on this path called life, stumbling to find your balance, strengthening your muscles...your perfect, loving, eternal Daddy leans down, gently offers you His index fingers, and invites you to grab ahold.
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