I had a friend who lived to tell his story. David was 6'5'', standing on a lakeshore, holding a long metal fishing pole over his head when he suddenly dropped to his knees. Lightning had traversed the pole, run through David and the only damage: the heel of his tennis shoe had a hole burned through.
This week hasn't quite risen to that level, but I will say this: there is no such thing as luck. Or karma.
God sets the number of our days, and David has (hopefully) many more ahead of him.
I also hope to keep chugging along, living for God here until I live with God there. There are many
troubles/cataclysms/catastrophes on this side of the grave; for the Christian, absolutely NONE
on the other. Remembering that makes it a bit easier to carry on. Praise God for his loving-kindness.
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