Today is St. Patrick's
Day. The day where everyone is Irish, wears green, parties with green beer,
eats corned beef and cabbage and drinks shamrock shakes. I hear the term “luck
of the Irish” and although I do have some Irish in me, this so-called luck that
should accompany that heritage must have passed me by. Anyone that knows me
will tell you that I have horrible luck, well actually I don’t really believe
in luck, but even so if I did, my luck is bad.
But then I sit here
and think not about all the horrific and challenging things I have had to deal
with in my life, but all the great things that I have had. I have a wonderful
family, great friends, I have a roof over my head, a car, food in my fridge,
heat from the cold, and two puppies to snuggle with and cheer me up at the end
of the day.
And who could forget
the person I am most thankful for… my Savior. He not only created me, but He
died on the cross to save me and He loves me unconditionally. He knows my
faults and accepts me and forgives me regardless. I deserve the worst
punishment of all and yet He graciously gives me the best gift instead. What an awesome, merciful and loving God we have.
So, in fact maybe the
luck of the Irish did pass on to me, because after looking at all that, I feel like
the luckiest person alive. You see being lucky can be the same as being blessed and I am beyond blessed when I think of my salvation and the love of Christ. I hope that all of you take a moment to look at all you have to be thankful for
as well and realize that St Patrick’s Day should not be about the green beer
and the shamrocks, but another day like Thanksgiving, where we reflect on our
lives and realize we are all lucky. I know I am.
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