Serendipitous signs are everywhere. Like today, when looking over my chip shot on the second hole for a target line, there was not one to be found. The greens were immaculate and shining in the early morning November sun. As I stood behind the ball, I asked for a target line, and sure enough, as if on cue from the Universe, a leaf-like thing, gliding ever so gently and twirling in the breeze, landed ten feet in front of the ball. It seemed as if I was on a Hollywood set and the director called for action. This turned out to be the precise target line which left me a tap in putt. The angels have impeccable timing, and a whole repertoire of gadgets, gizmos and leaf-like things up their wings.
As I was putting for birdie a few holes later, my putt hit an old ball mark—bump in the road—and was thrown ever so slightly off course. The tap in par was fine, although there was an ounce of disappointment, especially since I had hit two incredible shots to get on the green in regulation to have this birdie putt. It felt like a lost opportunity. On the very next hole, my drive landed in the right rough, second shot in the greenside bunker, third shot five feet from the hole, fourth shot in the hole for par . . . oh so gratifying.
Examining these two back to back pars, the first was nice and easy, but the second one was much more rewarding, fulfilling and all around more fun being able to squeak out a par with the obstacles in my path. This made me realize, sometimes we are thrown off course by a bump in the road, which could be discouraging. By taking the scenic route—bypassing the fairway—it encouraged me to focus and dig deep. These challenges and hurdles strengthened my conviction—metaphorically speaking, if our life is on direct course, or if we go astray, the end results can be the same with focus on the goal . . . or the hole.
Another lesson surfaced on the ninth hole as I was standing over a thirty foot putt. The sink line the angels 
provided—straight—just didn’t seem right. There was shade and sun mixed through the green which created an illusion. To my eye, it seemed the putt would break hard right. As I pondered this dilemma, I went with my decision and three putted. Trust is a tricky thing. Just when I feel I’ve mastered it, the angels throw an illusion my way. As the ball turns, so does this, as another metaphor mirroring my life, reminding me the angels are always supporting me, even if there is a trompe l’oeil staring me in the face.
It can be difficult to take your hands off the wheel. It’s a scary thing. As your angelic trust grows in teeny matters, you will gain confidence and faith in the colossal ones too—like club selection—now we’re talking spine-chilling! The angels always have our back. Oh the lengths they go!