HOLE IN ONE

HOLE IN ONE

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Strands of hair lift and fall soft on Willow's blond head.
The wind blows gentle.
Granddaughter Willow is strapped into her stroller with an anticipation that can only be outdone by my own and away we go.
Our red wagon adventures haven't yet begun ... but it won't be long now.
We make a large familiar circle around the rural community's school yard and employ ourselves in detailed conversation about upcoming adventures.
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A small white object buried in the grass catches my eye and the discovery of a golf ball is ours.
Holding the ball up to Willow, I plop it into her sippy cup holder, watching her gaze with fascination at this delightful little object which can both bounce and make noise in her stroller.
The possibilities are endless,
 and we play the game a little while until I take it one "bounce" further.
 I create a golf event which makes the "Masters" look small and insignificant:
I gently toss the ball in front of us on the tar and we watch the little white ball bounce in abandonment down the road making all sorts of wonderfully, wildly fun noises.
We both erupt in laughter and exclamation over the bouncing ball.
The goal of this particular game should be obvious to the Reader:
We toss the ball,
We follow the ball,
 I pick up the ball,
And we score a hole-in-one into the sippy cup with the ball.
Willow is an active participant and we repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat ...
And together we follow the golf ball home.
 Willow secures the last hole-in-one and we decide the trophy gets to be the tired out little golf ball.
For the rest of the day the golf ball is a coveted object in the hand of a one year old.
Mmmm ...
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What point shall I make, dear Reader, but to assert that one's relationship with God ought to have childlike elements fostered and integrated into it.
Those of us who take note of the "golf balls" hidden in the grass,
And the "bounce" with which they can suggestively pass,
Are notably more beautiful in their countenance.
Don't miss the little golf balls, dear Reader.
See them, seize them, and employ them as tangible objects of grace on the journey home.
Go for the hole-in-one and ...
Enjoy the journey.
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