You just never know what adventures await as I walk up to the Clubhouse. Today, for example, while putting on the eighth hole, I was standing over the ball, ready to pull the trigger, when I heard someone scream my name…DENISE! I abruptly stopped and looked up to see who yelled. There was a lady on the adjacent street calling to a neighbor, who was walking her dog. Her name just happened to be Denise. There are no coincidences.
It took a few days after this occurrence for the facts to reveal the hidden message. I realized the Angels were calling my attention back to the NOW, as I had taken a phone call on the fairway of that hole and was still digesting the conversation. I guess I wasn’t fully present and they decided to quickly nudge me back on track…which absolutely did.
The Angels can assemble many cooperative components. It is mind-boggling how expeditiously they can orchestrate and oversee minute details. Their skills, gifts and guidance are reassuring. A sincere invitation is all that is needed to give the Angels permission to get the ball rolling. They are summoned on the spot when solicited. It takes a tad of trust, faith and surrendering to the notion. You don’t even have to believe in their existence, for they will assist regardless. With our free will contract, we must ask, before the Angels can intervene…that’s the deal.
I called for a miracle on the fifth hole, as my approach shot was drifting ever so gently left towards the water. I was elated to see my ball teetering on the edge, being held by a blade of grass. With gratitude galore for the Angels’ assistance, 
I deliberately focused and with conviction, hit a delicate pitch shot close to the hole. It was the least I could do!
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