Trinity University’s third place win.
Every time I walk off of a golf course after putting out on the last green, I almost always have the same thought: The LORD is testing me. I still haven’t quite figured out what He is trying to show me but I know that He is using this game to teach me something. This week was no different. My golf team had our last tournament before we head to conference this past week. It was a long, grueling, and at times very painful three days. Don’t get me wrong-my team did AMAZING–we finished in third and pulled a miraculous win over the Number 1 Division 3 school in the nation. But I had a very difficult three days. Missed putts, bad swings, and stupid decisions cost me 12 shots. I know that may not seem like a lot, but when your heart and soul is in this game, it truly is a test of your patience and humility.
There is almost nothing more difficult than smiling and congratulating your teammates on their great round when on the inside you are dying to be them. You want to hit the fairways and knock it close to the pin and make your putts. You want it so bad, and it just won’t happen. So you practice more and work harder and try your best and go play only to have the same results. Nothing. You are truly giving it everything you possibly can but you feel like you are getting nothing in return. It’s exhausting. Finally you get so tired and worn down that you realize something–it isn’t your time. No matter how bad you may want it, if the LORD isn’t ready to give it to you, you aren’t going to get it. At the end of the round, all you can do is chalk it up to experience, look up to the clouds, and pray you learned the lesson God wanted you to.
So you keep swinging. You keep playing. You keep praying, having faith that you will get your turn. One day it will all come together and you won’t have to push through the disappointment to smile. But until then, you just keep putting for patience.
Even though I’m a sophomore in college, one of favorite book series EVER is the Kingdom Keeper Series by Ridley Pearson. A young adult series that takes place in and around the Disney Parks, it’s one of those series that is both entirely predictable and utterly unpredictable at the same time. I love feeling like I know what is going to happen next without actually believing that it will really happen and this book series makes me feel that way every time I turn the page. Suspense, humor, adventure, terror–this series really does have it all. I find this particularly satisfying especially since it is a young adult series. Maybe it is my young heart that makes me ignore the somewhat cheesy plot line, but I really think this is a great series that people of all ages will enjoy.
I discovered this series kind of by accident. I was wandering around my local Barnes and Noble young adult section around 5 years ago (you know, a typical Saturday night), when I saw a book with Disney in the title. Since I have always loved anything and everything with a Disney name tag, I immediately grabbed the purple and black iridescent paperback book (along with the sequel sitting next to it) and the rest is history. Within two months, I had finished both of the books and was anxiously awaiting more. I NEEDED MORE. I wanted to walk around the Disney Parks at night. I wanted to beat the Overtakers and keep Walt Disney’s legacy alive. I wanted, no, needed, to be a Keeper. Every year since then, I have pre-ordered the books to get them on the day of release and I have fallen in love with them more and more with every book.
The Sixth Book, Dark Passage,came out this Tuesday and the responsible college student in me is fighting the urge to lock myself in a closet until I’ve read every last word. I’ve placed the book on my dorm room book shelf amidst the textbooks and
young adult books grown-up novels already there and every time I look up, I can hear it calling me. “Try me…” Maleficent whispers. “Help me…” Finn yells. “Save my kingdom…” Walt beckons.
Forget homework. I’m going to Disneyworld.
So here it is, my first blog post. It reminds me of hitting my first tee shot in a tournament. That I-know-I-can-do-it-but-I’m-nervous feeling that makes your heart race and your breath short? Yeah, that one. Anyway, here goes nothing.
I love to read. Anything and everything. I’ve been reading for as long as I can remember and I can vividly recall being more excited about getting new books for my birthday than the newest Barbie. From Shakespeare to Hemingway, to Oates, my tastes encompass just about every genre you can think of. Every reader has her favorites though. Hemingway is my go-to author; I truly think he is one of the most brilliant writers who ever touched pen to paper (or fingertip to key nowadays). Jane Austen is also a favorite. Her superbly witty prose can keep me entertained for hours….but I don’t want to get carried away.
Golf is also an important part of my life. However corny it may sound, this sport truly has made me who I am today. From moments of complete achievement and exhilaration to moments of utter defeat and frustration, this sport has taught me what it means to persevere and be humble. Every day I play golf is a battle; some days I win and some days I lose. Every day is a lesson. Perhaps that’s why I love the sport so much. (Not to mention the emotional roller coaster is eerily similar to reading a book). I love to challenge myself, and there is no better way to do it than to play golf.
As a college athlete, sometimes it is difficult to find time to read what I want to when I have so many other obligations and responsibilities. But at the end of the week, I always find time to curl up in my
twin-sized bed big chair with a cup of my favorite hot tea and read the books I love. This blog is for those stories–the ones that make me laugh, the ones that make me cry, the ones that remind me why I love to read. And maybe, MY story will help other people discover the rapture, beauty, and wonder of books.