Last night I had the joy of laying hands in prayer for my good friend Khai.
He sets out today to represent the US in the 10th Annual European Golf Championship in East Lothian, Scotland.
Khai's parents, Ronnie and Marivic are accompanying the young phenom. It was only nine years ago, when we were at dinner seeking for the Lord's clear blessing upon their gift.
Although I have no competence in the greens, I was led to offer the wise joy behind a missed putt:
Whenever I miss a shot (and I always do), I coerce my sights towards Christ's redeeming save. Jesus came to rectify all my foibles.
Khai promised to praise the Lord, in or out.
9 years old and soaring