Today I played in a golf tournament to benefit Young Life. It was my first time out all season. I was happy to make a couple of birdies and 20 footers. (I hit some real duffs and embarrasing putts, too.) I won the long drive competetition for both the men and women. That was fun. I like winning stuff.
On the way home I realized that I've played in one golf tourney every year for the last 3 years (two in Portugal), and at each of the 3 tourneys I've won the long drive. If only I had a short game, I would be money.
(Look out kids! My pride is spilling all over the blog page.) That photo above is me at 3.5 years, showing my I-think-I'm-so-fantastic face.
I don't really understand this golf thing. I feel like God gave me the ability to play just to help me pay for part of my college education. (And I'm very thankful for that.) But since then, I don't really know what to do with it. I'm not insane about the game. But I do enjoy it from time to time. It's just so dang expensive.
Sometimes I just get nervous with all of those don't-you-bury-your-talents parables.
Today at the tourney I played on a team with my Daddy and we came in third. I was able to buy a sweet 80 liter hikers' pack with the Sporting Goods giftcards we won. That will make traveling much easier. Thank you, Jesus.