Orphaned Golf Balls

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!