What do you believe in?

   Is it God, Angels, Karma, Fate, or Luck?

   Whatever your choice, I have to believe that sometimes, there really is someone watching over me.

   I live just four miles from where I work. There are two routes that I use to go home each day. One route takes me down a busy boulevard called University….the other takes me through a nearby park. Unless I have errands to run one way or the other, my choice of route is fairly random.

    Three weeks or so ago, I decided to take the University route. When I arrived home, the news was showing scenes of a shooting that had occured at the intersection that I would have had to pass through had I gone through the park. Because I chose the University route, I had missed it completely.

   Today, I decided to go through the park. As I turned down the shady road, the radio issued a bulletin asking people to avoid University due to three rather large accidents…all of them on the route that I would have been on had I taken that road.

   So, I had to ask….is it God? Angels? Karma? Fate? …or just dumb luck?

   Working backwards…this is how I see it.

    I am not lucky….not even dumb lucky. I never win door prizes, drawings, or sweepstakes. The few times that I have played a lottery have produced only minor winnings of less than five dollars. My single journey to a casino resulted in leaving with no more than when I had arrived.

    I do not believe in fate. I believe that life becomes what we make of it…so scratch that one.

    Karma? Most of my friends will say that I am nice, generous, and have a big heart. A few have gone on to say that I’m so good that I’m gullible and get taken in quite easily by those with less than stellar motives. So, if karma means that we get back what we give, surely I would not be living in a run-down house and barely making ends meet. Scratch karma.

    God and the Angels seems to be my best bet at this juncture. After all, I do believe there is a God somewhere even if he is hard to see at times. It makes sense to follow that belief with the acknowledgement of Angels.

    I have friends who go to church religiously (no pun intended). Every time the door is open, they go. They pay tithes, sing, go to sunday school, and participate in church activities. I am not one of them. Having become quite disenchanted with organized religion, I limit my experience to belief, prayer, and the occasional efforts at reading the Bible.

    I refuse to ponder why God would watch over me considering that I’m not a ‘practicing’ Christian. Perhaps some things are just what they are…unexplainable.

    Whatever the reason, I’ve been kept from harm twice within the space of a month. While I can’t say for certain that this will continue, I can’t ignore the fact that I feel, for want of better terms, blessed…and even protected.

    So God…if you really are watching….thank you. Thank you for letting me come home safely to my son. I probably don’t deserve it…but it means the world to me.

 arkmomy