Whew, I feel better having got that off my chest. That said, there is one way to sexy it up a bit. Just add a dash of Jake Owen. I got a press release today about Jake playing in this week’s Pro-Am at the PGA TOUR RSM Classic in St. Simons Island, GA alongside tournament host and Golf Hall of Fame Inductee Davis Love III. Pretty standard stuff considering Jake’s well-known love of the sport. It did get me to thinking, because I’m pretty much a desperate housewife ALL of the time, that despite how all around boring golf is to me, I could probably stand to watch it if Jake Owen was playing (or a shirtless Hemsworth or Jason Momoa in his Khal Drogo getup or someone equally beautiful). So of course I had to go over and check out all the pictures from the event. Yep, Jake definitely makes dorky look good.
I’ll probably never meet Kara, now four years old. But one day she made a beautiful observation that has helped me. We had been standing on the hillside watching the airplane, skywriting” her grandmother wrote me one day. “When the words began to disappear, she asked, “Why Grandma ” Where do they go.?”
Then, as I groped for an answer, her little face brightened “Maybe Jesus has an eraser! ”
I smiled as I read but my eyes filled and suddenly I wanted to hug that little girl. For that morning I had been grieving over past mistakes. A cruel thing I had said to my mother the day I left for college. And Dad…if only I had invited him to that luncheon where I was to speak- he’d have been so proud. One tender but painful memory releases others ! The time I punished a child unfairly, humiliated my husband, let a friend down…
No mater how much we mature as people, grow as Christians, try desperately to failures rise up to haunt us and sting- how they sting . For me it’s not the unkindnesses of others that hurt so much or last so long, it’s the burden of my own. . Yes I ask God to forgive me, and try to believe that I am forgiven. But the memory won’t go away. And if I can’t forgive myself, how can God?
Then a little girl in her innocence and wisdom makes me realize, that writing in the sky that simply disappears, Jesus has wiped away all thing I so bitterly regret.