My favorite day of any planned vacation is the first. Whether you are traveling by air, boat, car or train, the initial day sets the scene for the entire trip. Additionally, the first day on the beach, in the mountains or on a golf course tends to be the most relaxing. If you have gone an extended period of time without resting, there is a greater appreciation for time away from work. However, before you know it, time flies and the end is near. Dreading the last hours that remain on your vacation, it’s hard to make the most of your final round.
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom, Psalm 90:12.
About a decade about, my parents were in a major car accidents in the mountains of Pennsylvania. Initially, my mom thought my dad was dead as a ski hit him in the back of his head as they slide off the interstate down the side of a hill. In an instant, their lives were changed. I wasn’t sure if I would see him again or get the chance to say goodbye. During an extended rehab, my father made a full recovery. Nearly a year later, we played a round of golf together at his club in southern Delaware. Awakened to the possibilities, I treated this day like it was our final round together.
The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps, Proverbs 16:9.
In most golf tournaments, there is a 36 hole cut over the first 2 days. The final round takes place on Sunday where fans gather to see if their favorite player is victorious. However, as you get older, nothing is guaranteed. Thus, each time you tee if up, in the back of your mind you should think, “this may be my last.” Unfortunately, I didn’t have this heightened awareness when I played with Leanne’s father 3 years ago in Florida. Instead of savoring every last minute, I allowed how I was playing, poorly, to ruin my mood. In view of Jim’s untimely death, from here on out, I will treat each day on the golf course like it’s my final round on earth.
by Jay Mankus