No, I don't believe in luck. I believe in an Almighty, Engaged, Involved God who created me, adopted me as a daughter, and in His Sovereignty also created and placed in my womb three precious babies. I believe He loves them, fights for their hearts as He does mine, and in His love called one of my babies home. But, oh the irony of "luck."
On Friday the 13th, Talya was born. I - and others - have laughed about how there was no bad luck for us on that day. Indeed. But, I've also been aware that my happy, not un-lucky day was a sad day for others - those who lost babies, sat with their children as they received painful treatments, or whose worst fears were confirmed in a hospital room that could have been down the hall from mine.
And just today, as I looked back over my calendar, I realized that my last Friday the 13th was the day we buried Elijah in a cemetery in India...
These two days will always hold precious places in my heart. Probably every Friday the 13th that passes will be a reminder to me of how I've been blessed by both gift and loss - not by "Luck" but by God, and that
"weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." (Psalm 30:5)
"it is good to...proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night." (Psalm 92:2)
Or mourning? Hmmm...