Squeezing love out of life

(4/365) :: Golf Thursdays

Golf  day ~ Thursdays and Fridays and Sundays and Mondays and . . .

For whom the Lord loves He corrects, even as a father corrects the son in whom he delights.  Proverbs 3:12

The Lord your God will give you many blessings in everything you do.  Deuteronomy 30:9

Once upon a time, there was a father who had two beautiful boys. He loved them more than life itself and they loved him in return. They thought he was a very wise father. Certainly he knew everything, could fix anything, and even nail the moon back in place if it fell out of the sky. All was well. They played childhood games together and when they grew older, Dad taught them how to play golf and they loved the game as much as their father. Every spare hour they could rustle up would be spent together hitting that little white ball around on the green.

And then one day, sadly, there were just two of them. Father still loved his beautiful son more than life itself, although he secretly ached for the one he had loved and lost. But father and son still enjoyed each and every moment they shared together. Times on the golf course were about the game and yet there was more. Knowledge was shared. Love was expressed. Caring, kindness, shared interests; it was all there and still is.

Life continues for father and son and now a daughter has joined the family. Sweet memories are created. No time is wasted. For one never knows if the world we share could turn upside down again, so we enjoy each precious moment we have together. Sometimes it’s about the game. But more often, it’s about loving life and loving each other.

“I came naked from my mother’s womb, and I will be naked when I leave. The Lord gave me what I had, and the Lord has taken it away. Praise the name of the Lord!”  Job 1:21 

Some modern-day Job families lose their only child. Some lose all their children in one fell swoop of tragic circumstances. Some lose their precious children in copycat death too horribly painful to deal with. There are as many variations as there are families.

Fathers and sons have a special bond and if nurtured, it grows and deepens over time. This precious love is not spoken of in broad, sweeping strokes on the canvas of life , but rather in tiny, almost imperceptible touches from the  Master’s brush. Wordless, silent, almost denying its existence were it not for the realization that only one son sits with his feet under our table now.  This love language hangs on every look and word shared. My heart is warm and overflowing with appreciation and love. I am grateful to be a witness.

God, thank You for revealing this truth. It has taken years to grasp. May I never lose sight of this insightful truth from You. Add it permanently to my memory bank. Bring it to the forefront of my mind when I am tempted to wallow in self pity or whine a little. You have graciously added a beautiful daughter to our growing family. How awesome is that?  I am reminded that You are “in this” with us for the long haul and I am so grateful. Love You to the max. Amen.

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