I used to escape with golf. A lot. I worked at a golf course in the summers during the first few years of my marriage, so golf was free. I cared so much about my score and how many holes I could squeeze in during a day. If I got to play 9-holes, I wanted to play 18. If I played 18-holes, I wanted to play 27. These days I have more responsibilities, so I don't get the time to play like I used to, which is probably a good thing.
As I traveled this road of recovery, I realized that my obsession with golf was not healthy. I pursued activities that provided me with the space to avoid and escape reality, and golf was one of those activities. Who I was on the inside didn't match who I was on the outside, and I had to protect that.Fast forward to today and the flip side of that coin is also true - golf is not inherently an unhealthy activity. Tonight I realized I needed some time alone, so after the kids were in bed I went out and hit some putts. There is something about being outside that the indoors cannot offer me. Somehow I sense Him more when I can be present in His creation. I need my time outdoors, just like I need my brothers in Samson Society, and tonight golf was that avenue.
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