I played golf on Wednesday, 22 July 2020. I didn't have a good start, but when I got to the 14th hole at Charles T. Myers Golf Club in Charlotte, NC my round took a nice turn. I hit a 7-iron low over the pond, and lost sight of the ball in the sun. Walking up to the green I wasn't sure where my ball was, so I took a pitching wedge and my putter. My playing partners looked with me, but my ball wasn't in sight. It was then that Jim said, "It's in hole!" I'm 77, and have played golf off and on since I was very young. I've have never had a hole-in-one until today. The irony is that I didn't hit my ball well, and it still went into that 4.25-inch wide hole 135 yards away. I thought about how many times I've not lived my life well, but in the end, everything worked out. I remember a Sunday long ago in my first church where everything went wrong. I had wrong numbers for the hymns, and I had my sermon notes out of order. I fumbled through the service and stood at the door to greet people as they left. Folks were kind, and not one person made a negative comment. Near the end of the line a young man grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. "You gave me what I needed today," he said. I wondered how that was possible. I thanked God as I made my way home, realizing that good can come from our fumbling and bumbling. Just as my tee shot wasn't great, the end result brought me great joy. May you experience the same as you live your life. Don't beat yourself up over what you see as failures. Good can result in spite of what you do.