We’ve all been there: days, weeks, maybe even months of endless bad “luck”. Is luck even real? Is there a pot of gold put at the end of every rainbow by a lucky little leprechaun for those who can solve his riddles? I’m not Irish so I don’t know, but I do know that the closest thing I have to luck is God’s love for me.

I’ve said it time and time again the past few months, since I started this blog with K-Love’s 30 Day Challenge, I haven’t been as active in my faith as I should be. I do however get K-Love’s encouraging word emailed to me every day, and I can confidently say that I do read each and every one, but I do not take the time to reflect on what each verse has to do with my day.

Yesterday’s verse was Romans 8:38 (go figure, I once said Romans was becoming my favorite book in the bible, so of course I pick one of it’s verses to reflect upon), which says, “And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow – not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.”

I felt really unlucky for a long time. I felt like life was dealing me all of the bad cards and I just couldn’t catch a break. I was worried and scared in every choice I made, knowing I was trying to hide from my chance to change, a chance I only have because Jesus died on the cross for me.

I don’t know if I’ve changed. I don’t know if I’ve learned every lesson I should’ve. I’m just doing the best I can. And honestly, more often than I should, I feel like my bad luck is still following me. Sometimes I even let it because I’m weak on my own.

Someone who is becoming so special to me often jokes about what will happen if I’m lucky, and every time I reply, “I am lucky.” I know I’m lucky, whatever that might mean, even though I feel like I don’t deserve it.

But I do deserve the good things in my life, something I’ve had to be reminded of lately. We’ve all heard the sayings “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” and “God gives you more than you can handle so that you can learn to trust in Him.” I agree with the latter. Like so many other people on this earth, I have been dealt some pretty heavy cards, and in slowly learning how to trust God, I’m slowly opening myself up to what I do deserve.

We all deserve good things. Even the sorriest sinner deserves to be unveiled to their chance to change, which can be in a conversation with a stranger or a billboard on the highway. A chance to change can be someone who comes into your life or someone who walks out, and sometimes it’s even when both happen.

I still have fears and worries. I still have my demons. I make mistakes every day. But if there’s one thing I have changed in myself by remembering that God loves me, it’s talking about my fears, worries, demons and mistakes, rather than letting them devour me from the inside out.

We’re not meant to go through this life alone, and for that, we are lucky.

Maybe you’re a stranger and maybe you’re a friend, I don’t know why you’re reading this post. Whoever you might be, thank you for being part of God working in my life. I’m not sure if reading my posts has opened your heart or mind in any way, but I like to think it has because that’s what writing does for me. Writing is my good luck, my blessing.

Everyone deserves something good like that, and everyone deserves to know that no matter what bad luck plagues your life, God’s love is always there. You just have to want it.