In every passing moment of events that have a favorable outcome, when do we decide whether or not it's of luck, or it's of blessing. If it's by chance or by grace? Of all things that God there has always been a sense in me that tells me that there is someone out there that cares for me. In a way a father or mother cares their children, so as to me, when things are in favor of me I feel the need to acknowledge that it was not of my doing, but of something else.

I was raised catholic for most of my life and knew of God in a sense that He resided in church. That we would come visit Him every week like my uncles and aunts, and that we prayed at home in a small altar with a cross, His mother Mary and maybe a depiction of Him, Jesus, as a little child. I wasn't taught at home about God, all I knew is that we prayed to Him. In a ritualized way, hail Mary's, and the Lord's prayer... so many times, vowels were connected and slang was almost reachable at this point where enunciating the words would just seem like too much work.

My parents sent me to a non-sectarian, Christian Chinese Private School, aptly named Philadelphia. Every now and again, I'd be in a bible study, engaging in concepts about a God that I never really understood. As I've come to know more and more about the character of this being, and how just He is in everything... luck, just started becoming more unlikely. (In addition, upon knowing the character of God more, there seemed to me a feeling of the glory of man to be utmost fleeting because we are ultimately humbled by God.)

So here I stood, in front of God. Stuck between the concept of the catholic dogma, and Christian thinking, I was confused. Eleven years old and not seeing God... He became a concept of the creator, so all things I should be thankful for are from Him. This included pain and suffering, which is just. (As heat cannot exist without the knowledge of cold, so we can't know love without suffering. Because we do not perceive loneliness without knowing what it means to not be lonely.)

I started giving thanks to a gracious God. Although I did not yet accept Him as my savior, I knew Him as the creator. All things became of Him, and of Him all things were a blessing. Luck, to me, became a word for people who believed more in a statistical fate than that of a creator.