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18 days after Jeseca passed away, my dad (who was still in town...great guy) asked me to go play a round of golf. I had every excuse in the book not to go; every one of them fell through, so I played. When the round ended, it was crystal clear that God had set it up.For the first time in 10 years, I shot under par. It took a birdie putt on #18 to do it. As I stood over it, lining it up, I asked God not to allow it to go in. "Don't do this to me, God. Not the first round after she died." It went right in the heart of the cup.
The whole day was a blur, but it was a day of constant conversation with God. My dad (sorry Pop) was off playing in the bushes, out of bounds, in the water hazard......it gave me a day on the course essentially to myself, and the opportunity to tell God how I felt between each shot. On #14 I actually picked up the phone out of habit to call Jes and see how she was doing. I never dialed.
So when the last putt went in the hole, I was overwhelmed. "Why would you do this to me, God? Who am I supposed to share this with now?" Can you guess what he said? "Me. Share it with me." It was the most unique "I love you" I've ever heard.
The scorecard above is from the course I played while we were in Palm Springs just before Thanksgiving. 3-under 68 (par is 71) from the tips. It could have been 7-under 64 had I not looked like this over the middle four holes. What does it mean? Nothing other than that God cares.
Marching on...JG
posted by Jon Graves at 5:48 AM
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