 While the cynic may mock the lack of logic in luck (if any logic it contains), and the ingenuous may use it to hide behind, I myself hold the belief that luck is the stream of fortuitous happenings, grounded in unfaltering dedication.
While the cynic may mock the lack of logic in luck (if any logic it contains), and the ingenuous may use it to hide behind, I myself hold the belief that luck is the stream of fortuitous happenings, grounded in unfaltering dedication.Such happenings, for me, can only be described as God-given. Those moments when we have tapped into that divine realm, for even an flicker of a moment, makes me wonder if there's something so much larger than myself, waiting to be known; that I'm part of a grand scheme that I don't yet fully understand, but influence more than you realize. There are so many times when I am struck with the realization that the Lord bestows power upon me, or sends his angels at times when I most need it. Even more satisfying are those times when I become someone else's angel. I dare not deny that the Lord gives us so much more than we deserve.
How incredibly lucky am I. Can people share luck? If I could, I would splice it into a million shards, and sprinkle it across the globe. I am often prone to forgetfulness, but every once in a while, just at the right moment, I am hit with the striking realization that I have it.
Luck, I mean.
I love that I can arise each morning with a healthy body, dance out of bed, if I so desire. I love that my family has allowed me to experience the kind of love that I would freely die for. I love that the world is at my fingertips, just waiting to determine how I can leave my mark. I love that books are an integral and familiar part of me, and that over a million words are available to me with the click of a mouse. I love that the sound of the slide between chords on a guitar is so familiar to me. I love that I have so many truly amazing friends, who constantly inspire me to be better. I love that chocolate exists. I love the hope that Spring brings. I love how I wake up every morning and realize that reality is so much better than my dreams. I love that I have a best friend, who died for me so that I can live with him again. That's real luck.
 
 
Rachel, this is written so beautifully! You are definitely a huge blessing in my life! I love you!
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