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Do Christians Believe In Luck?

Hi! My name is Alishia and I am a KraftaholicMommy!

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!!!! I hope everyone is having a marvelous day! Today, as I started thinking about what I wanted to get on here and talk about, I couldn’t help but think of the phrase, “The Luck of the Irish.” What a convenient thing to have cross my mind.

I was asked a few years back if I believed in luck. The short answer is yes. The long answer brings a bigger thought to that.

I find it lucky that I got the parking spot right next to a cart return on a busy day at the grocery store with my little one. Let’s face it when you become a mom and you are hauling the munchkins around the closer to the cart return you are, the better.

I believe that it is lucky that I find a penny on the sidewalk. I believe in luck on the simple, small things.

I do not believe that it was luck eight years ago, that saved my life. Allow me to explain.

I was heading to a friends house after the visiting hours were over at the hospital my grandfather was in. Things were not looking good, they didn’t improve. I was hurting, crying, a complete wreck. I knew I should have pulled over, I knew that I was not in a state safe for driving, but at that time, I was not concerned about my safety. I was certainly not being smart in the fact that in that state of mind, I took one of the most dangerous roads in our area to get to my friends house.

It was late, well after dark. I swerved to miss hitting a dog and lost control of my car on a curve. The car rolled about four times before hitting a tree and light pole. I was stuck in the car for a moment, it had landed on the passenger side. I was only being held up by my seatbelt, that I was smart enough to have put on. When I released my seatbelt, I fell hard onto the passenger side door. I was lucky that my car had a lovely sunroof, I was able to pry the sunroof open and crawl out.

That night was a rough night. I was broken, I was scared, I had no one I could call. I was in the worst state of my addiction. I managed to convince a couple of “friends” to pick me up from the site of the accident, a family friend happened to pass by and they helped me get a tow truck to pick up my mangled car. I spent the rest of the night in a horrible state. I finally wound up at my home at the time. I took a shower and was at my grandfathers side at hospice.

I survived that accident. I was blessed, I was not lucky. There were a few hours that I went with my grandmother to collect my personal belongings out of my car and I was able to see the car in the daylight. I got a true sight of what I had survived. The fact that I survived the accident alone is a miracle.

When I saw that windshield a huge lump formed in my throat and I honestly thought I was going to pass out. It was in that moment that I knew God had to be the one in control of that accident. He put his hand of protection on me. Sticking through that windshield, just inches from where I landed in my car, was a limb about three and a half feet long, at least four inches wide. If I had landed just a few more inches toward the windshield, I would have been impaled and I guarantee you that I would not be here writing this now.

So, yes, I believe in luck, the meaningless things. I believe that God is in control of the major things. I believe that it was God that kept me safe during that accident and the life changing few months after that. I feel him in the thoughts that I have about that night. I know it was him that kept me safe during my addiction. I know it was him that allowed me to survive an abusive relationship. I know that God himself made my husband just for me. I know it was God himself that made me for my husband.

When I was a young adult, I was told that I was not able to have children. I went to several doctors and was told the same thing, kids were not apart of my future. I was broken hearted over that for years. Friends would announce their pregnancies and I was genuinely happy for them, but deep in my heart, I wished it were me. I had come to terms that children were not in my future when I met my husband. Then, shortly after we moved in together, God showed me he had other plans. The pregnancy was such a blessing. I was over the moon happy, as was my husband. I was a high risk pregnancy, but I knew that God had everything under control. To drive home his point that this was Him, Monkey was born CHRISTmas day. How can anyone tell me that that is just luck?

I know my God gives me what I need. I don’t need luck for anything. I have God. I know that as long as I stay in his will and I continue to make him apart of my life, everything will be just the way it is suppose to be. I know that God will provide me with joy. He will provide me with happiness. He will provide me with all of the things that I need.

I am so blessed to know Jesus and the salvation that he brings this world. I pray that this has touched someone. I pray that God lay it on the ones hearts who have not yet accepted Jesus in their heart, that they give his Word a read, that they see for themselves that Jesus loves them and that there is more to this than just a place to hang on Sundays. I know that Jesus loves each and every person in this entire world. I know that God loves everyone. If you want to know Jesus and you have questions, I am here. email me and I will happily talk to you about him. I will pray with you and for you.

Thank you so much for stopping by today, I hope you enjoyed the post. If you did, please give this a like, comment, and share so others can join the fun as well. Until next time,

Thank you!

God Bless!

Happy Krafting!



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