I wrote this post a year ago this week. Missing Mayakoba and the magic from those memories:
I feel extremely humbled to be sitting here writing this post. More love has been sprinkled on me this week than I deserve. Exactly one week ago my dream of a man qualified for the PGA's OHL Classic at Mayakoba with a round of 66. Elated, I could not believe that he would be making a debut among the worlds top golfers at such a seemingly young age. He had proven, after some discouraging tries weeks earlier, that he was capable. I don't recall the last time I've been so proud. Coupled with these elations, however, was a selfish sadness. The tournament was in Cancun. I was in Lubbock. The day before Jerry qualified I had spent hours pouring out tears to my mother frustrated at the prospect of my future. Where was I going? What ground was I making? What was my purpose here? I was in a state of chosen ingratitude. The Lord kept trying to tell me to be patient. In my flips he would remind me of His promises. Yet I turned a deaf ear, for three days not really trying to see the light. Mentally condemning myself to an unfulfilled life. Selfish. And stupid. And then my dad, sweet Jardypopo Sr., came to me full of mercy full of goodness just as our Heavenly Father approaches us. He presented me with the opportunity to experience the firsts of PGA life with my love firsthand. And I sat in disbelief. One that he would venture to give so freely when I had acted so childish. Two that my life could turn so quickly in such a moment. I was and still am very undeserving of such a gift. And such a father. I am so thankful for his example of unconditional love. Not just in material things, such as a plane ride, but in all areas of my life he displays the type of open armed love that the Lord continuously extends to us, His beloved. Our sin always points back to our most essential need: the Messiah. And this week in the extreme up and down of jet setting off to Cancun I saw my extreme need for Him. I am so unworthy and so short sighted, but He has me covered. Praise Him that my journey in this sticky, selfish, dying to self daily life is constant. It's not a one stop shop. I, nor you, will ever arrive to our completion while still on this earth. So as I continue on, frustrated or ecstatic, He will never, ever stop placing bricks in our hands. The building will never cease. Praise Him.
