Everything Happens for a Reason

I say it all the time. I believe it too.

Everything happens for a reason.

But this past weekend just reminded me all over again that it’s true, and I should never doubt that God has everything planned out.

I missed qualifying for our practice trip by one shot.  One shot.  After a month in Florida practicing and working on my game and feeling confident.  At the time, failing to qualify for a trip always feels like the end of the world.  I try to look on the bright side, but especially when I end up being the only team member left home, it’s tough.  And then the trip rolls around, and you see pictures, hear stories and mainly just feel left out.

This time though, a couple days after figuring out I didn’t qualify, plans magically fell into place for my best friend who goes to school in Texas to come and visit for the weekend.  All of a sudden, I had something to look forward to, instead of dreading being home without my teammates and seeing how much fun they were having in sunny Florida.

The weekend rolled around and things continued to fall into place.  I worked out my practice schedule to have optimal time with her. And the weather forecast looked amazing for winter in Kansas.

Now, I’m sitting here hours after she left to return to Texas and everything about the weekend makes me believe that it was all meant to be.  I got to see my best friend for the first time since August.  Not only that, but we had quality time together and I got to show her my college world.  We had the opportunity to catch up in a way you can only do in person. She also got to meet my boyfriend, and the time we all spent together was priceless because they both mean the world to me.

I also wasn’t alone at the golf course.  I practiced with the men’s team and felt included like I hadn’t expected.  Family.  It isn’t just a publicity stunt for our university or athletics department.

I was also student athlete of the basketball game and had my best friend there to see it.  I experienced going out on the court and throwing t-shirts into the stands and having my face on the jumbotron.

On top of everything, the weather was incredible.  Shorts weather on Sunday, despite it being February.  It was like God was showing us he planned this weekend and wanted it to go perfectly.

I wouldn’t trade this weekend for anything.

Late night chats with my best friend.  Laughing until I cry.  Dancing in the arms of the guy I love.  Perfect weather.  Eating a bacon bomb in the middle of Aggieville with two of my favorite people.

It all came together and reminded me,

Magic is Hidden in the Simple Things.