Fewer Moving Parts..., Part i

'Just hit the ball..... just hit the ball'

This is what I keep thinking to myself. 'Just hit the ball.'

G. thinks I am a total homo cos I started golfing based on the false obsession of RUde Boys when I was 18. I am like, "Hey, Five Iron Frenzy.... come on ?!?!" But he thinks I am gay regardless, so I still play golf.

Today I went with my sister in laws room mate to hit some balls at the range here in Vegas (New Mexico). I haven't hit balls in a while. I have just been busy... and broke. =)

But I needed to hit today. I needed to know that I could live here. That I could call Trudy and say, "Hey, I am gonna stop by the range real quick and then I'll be home."

So there I was. It was cold. It had been a few weeks since I has hit. My clubs sat in my trunk all night. Cold hands + cold clubs = Great excuse for shitty hitting. I thought about my brother in laws recent advice. Hit with the front foot equal to the ball. EH, I still couldn't get it. 30 balls down and I am getting discouraged. Then I look at that dumb little ball.....

JUST HIT THE BALL!!!

Literally like a voice from heaven. I stopped thinking about the foot position, and the speed of my back swing, and keeping my eye on the ball..... and I just swung ::BAM:: I watched that ball float high and dry. Straight as an arrow. I grabbed the next ball. 'Just hit the ball' ::BAM::

I hit 4 more. Straight.... long.... HIGH!

Then the devil came and said.... "Maybe its just this 4 Iron you got."

I grabbed the 6 Iron.

'Just hit the ball' ::BAM:: Straight.... long.... HIGH!!!

56 Degree Wedge ---- 'Just Hit The Ball' ::BAM:: you get the jist.

I don't know if I will ever hit like that again. But I walked off that green with two thoughts.

1.) If I can approach the situations of my life like I approached that driving range. Just say, "David, stop over thinking HOW your gonna do and just do it. God is with you and he will open the doors that you need to walk through. Just swing and watch it fly!" If I could just do that, then Rosemarie will have me here in a month. And you know what? If she doesn't. God has a better job in store here. Whats State Farm anyways? God has been my rock there anyways. Not anybody else. I just need to hit the ball.

2.) Fewer moving parts means fewer broken pieces. Greeley has become a huge part of my life. But it i me trying to get THEM to be my friend. It has been me trying to convince them to see Jesus. ME, trying hang out with them. Wanting to be there for them. And all I desire now is to call 425-???? and say. "hey babe, I am gonna stop by the range first and then I'll be home."

More to come in part ii.....