03 March, 2014

I'm giving up on luck....

I always thought 22 was my lucky number; since I can even remember learning what a lucky number was. Nothing special really ever happened on a 22 (well; my grandmother (aka my hero) was born in 1922); and really I'm a number person; I could come up with a dozen other things that 22 resembles in my life.

But resemblance and good are two different things perhaps.

I digress.

I'm thinking 28 is it. I'm confident in who I am as an individual; in pretty much every area of life. I'm CONFIDENT.

I'm assured.

I know to whom I belong (the man upstairs). I know to whom I seek (the man up stairs). I know to whom I desire to please (the man up stairs). I know my talents and strengths. I'm learning my weaknesses (har har har). And pretty much life is looking up left and right.... Blessed? That's an understatement.

28 isn't a lucky number however; 28 (and 27) are the year(s) I gave up on luck; and gave in to Christ. I stopped trying to please me, and aimed to only please Him.

#JustSaying

"I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back." Philippians 3:13-14 ♡