Roller coaster days. The weather has certainly sent us on a journey of uncertainty. From building icemen, to finding our way in the fog, to rain, to beautiful sunshine, it has been interesting to say the least.
It's a Wednesday as I write, and it's glorious. The sun is finally making shadows play on the ground and the sun is calling my husband to hit a few.
Golf is a passion around here, and it's good to be able to catch a couple of holes on a sunny day. My ol' hip is fighting my swing so I have found a new way to share the game with my Cooper.
I jump in the cart looking like an eccentric old woman. The outfit that bears this out would be leopard rain boots, three layers of clothes covered by a sweatshirt with a pouch. The finishing touch would be my scepter, an extension pole with a golf ball grabber on the end.
As Cooper works out his cabin fever from tee to green, I meander from woods and shrubs and rocks and hills to find the errant golf ball.
I figure if I were playing I'd be chasing my golf ball into the same dark places, so why not make this my game? I'm good at it, y'all.
I like looking for things that are lost. Some missed shots have sent golf balls splashing into the murky waters. Often misery loves company and there will be a school of balls in one spot in the pond. It takes holding your mouth just right while keeping your balance on a slippery slope to pull those balls out of their muddy resting places.
The woods hold perfect places for little white golf balls to hide.
It's an exercise that I enjoy. Every time the hunt is on, the pouch on my sweatshirt becomes stretched to the max with plunder. Each little round ball is then washed and boxed or put in the bag for use. It's just a great pastime.
That'll preach, y'all. Lot's of things can get lost. People get lost. Life can shank and slice a person right off course. I am so glad that I serve a God who loves us enough to look for the lost. Jesus told us this in scripture, "What man among you, who has 100 sheep and loses one of them, does not leave the 99 in the open field and go after the lost one until he finds it? When he has found it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders, and coming home, he calls his friends and neighbors together, saying to them, 'Rejoice with me, because I have found my lost sheep.' I tell you, in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over 99 righteous people who don't need repentance.
Lost and found. That'll bring sunshine into the day, y'all.
Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.