|Photo from The Associated Press|
Yesterday, I actually watched golf on television. I used to think golf was the most boring thing in the world, who could ever spend an afternoon watching it? Yet, somewhere in the midst of the lush scenery and the rainbow of pastel polos from the crowd, I was hooked. A close golf match is actually pretty entertaining. Every shot counts.
I will say, however, for someone like me who tends to get easily anxious, I had pits in my stomach watching these players go for their putts. What if they mess up? The day was filled with make it or break it shots. Some of them made it, some of them didn’t.
I never realized how nerve-wracking the PGA is. I mean, you have crowds, cameras, and a leaders’ board to constantly remind you of where you rank. There’s no teamwork, no timeouts, it’s just you, your clubs, the ball, and the fairway (is that what it’s called?) trying to get as far below par as you can.
As the scoreboard listed each person’s score with how far below or over par they were, I paused for a minute to think how incredibly grateful I am that when it comes to God, there is no scoreboard. He’s not following us around with a little pencil writing down how many strokes it takes us to go through life. He’s not One to judge when we’re over par and feel like an utter failure.
And even when we do miss the shot, He doesn’t dwell on our missteps and failures. When it comes to God, our mistakes do not define us, nor does He use them to judge and condemn us. How powerful and reassuring are the verses below. Today, may we rest in the incredible promise that we are powerfully loved and embraced by our Jesus.