Bland? "That's not bland," says Stevens. "That's what courage and depth are all about."
When asked a question about whom she admires most among her fellow pros, King frowns, groping for an answer. "When I look for heroes, I look at people within the faith who have really committed their lives," says King. The example she gives is Elisabeth Elliot, a missionary who worked with the Auca Indians in Ecuador during the 1950s. While Elliot was there, her husband was killed by the Aucas, but she stayed behind and continued her work. Later she chronicled her experiences in a book, The Savage My Kinsman.
O.K., professional golf is a pretty shallow pursuit compared with missionary work. Maybe that's why King sometimes looks as if she wants to crawl out of the spotlight, or why she feels slightly guilty about having been thrown off her frugal ways last year when she purchased a Mercedes. "I bought the cheapest one," she says with a blush.
She admits that she looks for signs and portents, not just in the Bible but from tee to green as well. Says King, "Before the first tournament of 1989, I remember praying, 'Lord, I want to be where You want me to be, whether it's out here or somewhere else.' On the first hole of the year, a par-3, I hit an eight-or nine-iron to 40 feet and made the putt for birdie. I shot a 64 and went on to win the tournament."
Uncertainty crosses her face. "Not that playing well is an indication that you're in the right place," she says. "But I felt I was seeing what He desired for me and not just what I wanted. There's a sense of peace and relief about that."