Dream 769 – The Perfect Equipment for the Perfect Hole
Received on Thursday, January 18, 2024
Communion
Dear Father,
NOTE: With my devotional room now cleared and all set up, I saw the below dream with incredible clarity. I could see lines on the clubs and even the blades of grass in detail. Even though this dream is nine journal pages, it flowed onto the paper in less than an hour and a half. And now… to the dream…
Thank You for another day here! I feel blessed. Even though I know changes are coming and we are moving at some point, the beauty here is breathtaking in its own right. There is not a cloud in the sky today.
I had an exciting dream last night (well, at least it was exciting for me)…
Sub-dream 1 “The Perfect Equipment for the Perfect Hole ” begins…
Before commencing this sub-dream, here are a few notes for you to read over that will give more context…
- The Shotgun Start: A Shotgun Start means that golfers are assigned to different holes to start the game at the same time. Normally there are four golfers to each hole and eighteen holes in all. This amounts to 72 golfers in total. Each golfer’s round begins at the sound of the starting pistol going off, in this case at 1:00pm. As an example, if you were assigned to be on the 17th hole to start, you would play your round in the following order: 17th, 18th and then back to the 1st to 16th.
- The Back Nine: There are eighteen holes in all. The Front Nine are the 1st to 9th The Back Nine are the 10th to 18th holes.
- A Scratch Player: Each hole is designated a number of shots that a typical pro would finish it in. The more shots designated, the further the tee is from the hole. Holes can be a Par 3, a Par 4 or a Par 5. A scratch golfer would be someone who usually hits the designated number of shots and typically not more or less. If a course designates that a pro should complete the entire 18-hole course in 72 shots, a scratch golfer would therefore usually score around 72 shots. In golf, the fewer shots you take, the better is your round of golf. The lowest score wins.
- Spending $84,824.00 on a set of clubs: I would never personally purchase a set of anything at this price unless this was a supernatural occurrence with many.
My husband and I were visiting a place I didn’t recognize. It seemed to be somewhere out west. Since there were some eucalyptus trees, it seemed likely that it was California. I was not certain though. We had been invited to join as guests in the Fall Classic Member-Guest Tournament at an elite Golf Club. It was the last big tournament of the year for the club after the Club Championship.
We were told to arrive by 9:00am and that our tee time should be logged in. We were to be paired with the members who invited us to play. My husband struck up a conversation with a couple of gentlemen. He motioned that he would catch up with me in a little while. I waved back to him as he started walking off with them. I went into the clubhouse pro shop to talk to the pro there.
Me: “How can I find out what our tee time is?”
Pro: “It is all digital now. We no longer book tee times from here.”
Me: “Well, we were invited to come to play by another member.”
Pro: “Oh, I know. You are here on my list of invitees.”
Me: “Sorry, I just thought…”
Pro: “Here, let’s see if you are on my tee time screen.”
He pulled out a small tablet and showed me the screen. As smart as I thought I was about how to read tee times, it was completely nonsensical.
Me: “I am so sorry, but I have no idea what I am even looking at. It makes no sense.”
Pro: “Well, the Shotgun Start is at 1:00pm. I believe you will be starting on the Back Nine. One of the holes on the Back Nine is the most difficult hole we have. It will be exciting though.”
I then realized that I had no clubs, no balls, no bag and no glove. I had absolutely nothing to golf with.
Me: “I will need some equipment.”
Pro: Pointing to the back. “The ladies’ section is over there.”
I walked over and laughed at the display. It was not serious and a complete rail against women golfers. Everything was in pink, including the balls, golf bags and the gloves. I then walked over to the men’s area.
Pro: “Ah, excuse me, but this area is only for very good golfers. Over here is the elite grouping. This is for those who hit from the black tees. This is where the pros hit and is the farthest from the hole. This is therefore way above your abilities.”
While I was offended by his condescending tone, I kept quiet.
Me: Bluffing. “I realize this. However, I am shopping for my husband right now. He is a black tee golfer.”
Pro: “Oh really. And what exactly is your husband’s name?”
Me: “He likes to remain anonymous.”
Pro: “Makes sense. Come on over. I will show you what we have here. As for me, I am an elite pro myself.”
The Lord told me that the pro was lying. I decided to have some fun with it.
Me: “Oh really. So, what exactly is your handicap? Also, are you a touring circuit pro or a teaching pro?”
Pro: “Oh, you do know a little.” He suddenly began to stammer and trip up his words. “I am a scratch player and a teaching pro.”
I decided to say nothing and simply nodded. I then proceeded to look at the elite equipment section. It was so far above all the rest. The shafts were feather-light carbon/something and the grips were so soft. One set was particularly beautiful.
Me: “I will take this one, this golf bag, that glove and a box of these balls. I will let my husband pick his own shoes though. However, I will take these size 8s for myself.”
The pro started talking back to me, but in a mumble. He spoke just loud enough for me to hear what he was saying. He was grumbling about me.
Pro: “Even I don’t have a set of golf clubs like these. Some people think they own the universe. They literally point and purchase. It is so ridiculous.”
He then spoke loud enough for me to know he was now formally addressing me. He also spoke loud enough that the crowd in the pro shop could all hear him. He was hoping to embarrass me as these clubs were very expensive.
Pro: “How will you be paying for all of this? You do realize that this is our highest end and most elite set? These are each even signed and numbered. This set of clubs took craftsmen a whole year to make.”
All of a sudden, people were gathering around to see who was purchasing these clubs. I nodded confidently. All I knew was that I was supposed to purchase the best they offered here. The pro was clearly nervous and upset at my purchase.
Since there was no price on the clubs, I had to take a guess via my Holy Spirit that this bill was going to be ridiculous. I pulled a white card out of my small bag. I laughed as I knew this was God’s account. I slid it across the counter towards him.
Pro: Snobbily. “So sorry, but we do not take Visa.”
He slid the card across the counter back to me. He seemed relieved that my payment method would be rejected.
I slid the card back across the counter towards him. I was smiling. The card suddenly changed from a Visa card to an Elite Edition MasterCard.
Pro: “Hey, wait.” He shook his head as the crowd spoke to each other in hushed whispers. “Okay, that will be $84,824.00 with tax.”
He grabbed my card and quickly ran it through. He was hoping it would be rejected. It wasn’t. He thought that, if he gave me a chance, I would take the card back before being humiliated by it being rejected. I knew this was on God’s tab, so rejection was impossible on any level. Everyone that had gathered around was left speechless.
Me: “Wow, amazing. Thank you. Please have them set up my golf bag for me… uh, for my husband. Thank you.”
The pro did this himself as I continued to look around the pro shop. The crowd of people were still stunned as I then strapped the bag on my back and walked out with my new state-of-the-art equipment. It was now just an hour before the 1:00pm Shotgun Start, so I walked down a cart path through the eucalyptus trees.
I soon came up to one of the Back Nine holes – the 10th hole. Since there appeared to be no one around, I decided that I was going to tee up a ball on each of the five colors of starting tees. I wanted to start at the easiest color and work my way backwards to the hardest color. The colors from easiest to hardest are outlined as follows…
- Red Tee Box: For women. Closest to the hole.
- Yellow Tee Box: For seniors. 2nd closest to the hole.
- White Tee Box: For average players. Medium distance from the hole.
- Blue Tee Box: For low handicapped players. 2nd farthest to the hole.
- Black Tee Box: For elite pros. Farthest to the hole and sometimes farthest by a wide margin compared to the other colored tees.
When I reviewed the final color, the Black Tee, it was comical. This tee box was easily 600 yards from the hole on this Par 5 (where around 500 yards is typical for a Par 5). It was also behind a large oak tree (where no course designer would design this to be just a few yards in front of the tee box – it would be so dangerous that people could be killed by a drive hitting the tree and bouncing off it). Since the oak tree was so large, it would also be impossible to hit over.
I decided to start at the Red Tee Box, the closest to the hole. I pulled out a driver. Even though I haven’t golfed in more than twenty years, I hit it purely. I then moved further away from the hole to the Yellow Tee Box. I once again hit a perfect shot.
Me: “Well, Father, this equipment really makes a difference. This is like nothing I have ever shot with before.”
I then went back to the White Tee Box and then even further back to the Blue Tee Box. The White Tee Box was about 520 yards from the hole and the Blue Tee Box was about 550 yards from the hole. Both of my shots from these two Tee Boxes were perfectly hit and effortless. I then went to the Black Tee Box. It was more than 600 yards away from the hole… a whopping 620 yards away to be precise!
Me: “This is ridiculous. Who can hit through this huge oak tree? Hitting a driver here is not an option. For that matter, hitting with a wood is not an option either. I will do something I would have never done before. God, I am so glad You are with me.”
I then pulled out a 3 Iron. I teed the ball up. I examined the branches of the oak tree and made a strange decision. I decided to not tee up the ball and hit directly off of the grass. I thought I could punch the shot through the branches and pray it would make it through. I visualized where I wanted the ball to go. I took a few practice swings. I then addressed the ball and prayed.
Me: “Oh Lord, I am going to need another God-sized miracle here.”
I hit the ball perfectly and it went right through the huge oak tree. This was as amazing as it was impossible. I then picked up my clubs and walked to see the results. I was in shock as the balls were literally lined up and all within a short iron to the green and a putt in. I was so thankful for these clubs as they made such a huge difference.
When I finished playing all five balls, I had two birdies (which is one under par) and three eagles (which is two under par). That has never happened to me before. I then proceeded back to the pro-shop in the hopes of finding my husband before the Shotgun Start at 1:00pm. When I arrived back, people were staring at me. A member soon approached me…
Member: “Excuse me, but could you please sign my golf bag?”
Me: “Why would I do that? I can’t do that. I am nobody!”
I then walked around the corner. There were camera crews and reporters waiting for me. I was in shock.
Reporter: “You had three eagles and two birdies on the Widow Maker Hole. How did that feel? Who are you and what is next?”
I tried to ignore them as I walked. I kept walking and went back into the pro shop. I went up to the pro.
Me: “I am looking for my husband. Have you seen him?”
Pro: “Wow, lady, you really sandbagged me here. You had told me that the clubs were for your husband, not you.”
Me: “I didn’t sandbag you. That is the wrong term. I wanted better than what you offered me. Since you would not have let me purchase the best, I had to say that I was purchasing them for my husband instead.”
Pro: “Look, we have you here on camera.”
Sure enough, they must have had drones overhead and field cameras set up down the fairway. I thought I was alone. I shook my head.
Me: Looking up at God in Heaven. “Oh Lord, I am so sorry.”
Pro: “Look, our club would like to sponsor you for the tour. The club maker is also going to sponsor you, as well as the ball company. They want to do a special signature collection. We are talking over half a billion dollars in endorsements.”
Me: “No thanks. I have everything I need. I just wanted to play for fun.”
Pro: “Fun? FUN? This is beyond ‘fun’. The Owner’s Association at the club are going to invest in you and also offer you a beautiful custom home on the course.”
Me: “I need to speak to my husband.”
Just then, the phone at the pro shop rang.
Pro: Speaking with the utmost respect to whoever was on the other side of the phone. “Yes, sir. I understand. That is an honor. Thank you. Amazing!”
The pro then looked over at me.
Pro: “Okay, Erin… can I call you Erin?”
Me: “That would be fine.”
Pro: “That was the President of the United States who just called. He has invited you to play with him and Tiger Woods. I have never had anything like this happen before. I have never seen it. Incredible.”
Me: “Well, it is almost 1:00pm. It is time for your Shotgun Start.”
Pro: “No one cares anymore. You defeated the Widow Maker Tree. It has never been done… NEVER! The film of your golf shots has now gone viral. Erin, the cat is out of the bag here.”
I was now tired of all of the attention. God, please help! I made a mess here. Where is my husband?
Just then, I heard the roar of ‘The Shotgun Blast’!
Sub-dream 1 over…
Me: Now crying. “That was quite a dream. It was fun, but scary too. God, thank You as I was clearly changed and in a new body. Who knows… perhaps You will allow me to golf again someday. It was an amazing dream. It was fun, but I still had to wake up from it. Father, have I now gone mad? Why would I have a dream like this? I don’t know if we will be doing things like this again! Really, Lord? Still, how incredibly fun would this be!”
Jesus: “Erin, come up!”
He once again spoke to me while I sat in my devotional chair. His Voice was very clear.
Jesus: “Erin, I am here and I am with you. Did this make your heart glad?”
Me: “It was so real and detailed. I could clearly see to the very last detail. While my hair was French braided similar to how I used to wear it when I golfed, it was different… better. I must want to swing a club again. I had hoped that I would be able to take golf up again in my senior years. However, the doctors told me this was a ‘Big No’! It would surely take a miracle of God, a God-sized / Savior-sized miracle.”
Jesus: “Erin, you will play again. You will. Greater than you ever imagined. I delight in you. I remember your heartbreaks and disappointments. I remember your dreams that were never realized. All of them. The world would label you as a failure. However, you are not a failure. I am with you and I have always been there.
“Had you been an earthly success in many of these areas, then they would have been a god to you, an idol to worship. You instead worship Me. I am your hero, friend and Savior. You carry My ‘Elite Status’. Though you were judged, mocked and ruined by others, I still chose you. You are Mine. Now take comfort.
“This dream I gave you is not as a fantasy, but a hopeful encouragement of what will be because I am with you. Erin, the God of the Impossible dwells in you. Those I call for My service will be overjoyed at what I have planned for them. There won’t be a dry eye when you hear the testimonies and review each one’s credentials to serve. My qualifications are different.
“Now, do not be sad about a dream like this. Look at your abilities, your capabilities, instead. Look at who is with you. Now rejoice, Erin, as I am with you. I love you.”
Dream over…
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