Underdog

I am sitting here in my big brown chair watching the golf tournament. We were all on our way to Lowe's to get tile for our bathroom and then suddenly the golf tournament gets really close between Tiger and some guy named Rocco. So, here I sit. It was so funny because the sports commentator said that Rocco looked liked he should be cleaning Tiger's pool and not beating him in the U.S. Open. Poor guy. I am cheering for him. I always like when the underdog wins. That is one thing my dad always taught me. He always cheered for the underdog (unless our Cowboys are playing). My dad has always taught me to stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. I am a fighter by nature so the underdog does well when I am in his corner. My dad taught me many things but today as I sit here cheering for the underdog to be Tiger, I can't help but think of my dad. We have spent many of Sunday afternoons watching golf tournaments.

Most importantly, my dad loved me and took care of me when I was the underdog. He always took me back in and never withheld his love from me when I made choices that weren't the best for me or anyone in our family. He loved me when it looked like I was not going to make it. He showed me Jesus. He was a pastor for a long time and we had many rough years but He always put us first as a family. He didn't just preach Jesus to me, my dad showed me what Jesus was like. I am in the gospels in my Bible reading and I can't get over the fact how many times it says Jesus had compassion on the people. My dad roots for the underdog...just like Jesus.