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I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. I don’t know about you. Don’t call me lucky, call me blessed. There’s a difference between the two. Luck comes around from time to time. Blessings are there every day. They’re staring you right in the face. Luck is something people seek to find. Blessings automatically come your way. Luck is something that happens by chance. Blessings are God’s works. They’re a part of his plan. Blessings are things that you carry with you. They’re there every single day. Lucky is something that comes along, but then it goes away. Blessings are things that are permanent. Luck is something that is temporary. Blessings are things which are heaven sent. Luck you can’t count on. Luck you can’t depend on. Unlike blessings, which you know they will always be there. You never need worry. Luck is something you anticipate, something which you wait for it to come around. Blessings are things that are automatically there. Every day of your life they can be found. Luck is basically good fortune that happens from time to time. Blessings are things you are faced with every day. You carry them with you for a lifetime. Luck is something you consider to be good that happens unexpectedly. It may come around at a time of need. But what you consider to be good luck, events can happen to cause you to see it is just opposite. It may turn out to be that what you find to be good luck, isn’t always what it seems. Blessings are that which is sent from God. They are not disguised. Blessings are brought to the light where you clearly seem them. They do not hide. Blessings that are sent from God, they do not lie. Blessings are something you can believe, something you can have confidence in. You carry them with you from the moment your life starts, up until your life on earth comes to an end. You shall carry them with you even after death, should you make it to heaven. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. There’s as difference between the two. I don’t consider myself lucky. I consider myself blessed. I can only speak for myself. I can’t speak for you. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. That’s all I have to say. Don’t call me lucky, call me blessed. God is the way. It’s not luck but God, who wakes me every day. It isn’t luck but God, who gives me eyes to see the way. It isn’t luck but God, who gives me a voice and mouth so that I may talk. It isn’t luck but God, who gave me legs and feet so that I may walk. It isn’t luck but God, who gave me hands so that I may touch. It isn’t luck but God, who does so much. It isn’t luck but God, who gives me everything I need. It isn’t luck, it’s God. I say it unashamed. I say it proudly. It isn’t luck, it’s God, who gave me a brain for thinking. It wasn’t luck, it was God, who gave me a heart which keeps me breathing, keeps me living. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed, in so many ways. Don’t call me lucky, call me blessed. That’s all I have to say. I’ll leave you with that thought and I’ll go about my way.
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
Not Lucky, I’m Blessed
I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. I don’t know about you. Don’t call me lucky, call me blessed. There’s a difference between the two. Luck comes around from time to time. Blessings are there every day. They’re staring you right in the face. Luck is something people seek to find. Blessings automatically come your way. Luck is something that happens by chance. Blessings are God’s works. They’re a part of his plan. Blessings are things that you carry with you. They’re there every single day. Lucky is something that comes along, but then it goes away. Blessings are things that are permanent. Luck is something that is temporary. Blessings are things which are heaven sent. Luck you can’t count on. Luck you can’t depend on. Unlike blessings, which you know they will always be there. You never need worry. Luck is something you anticipate, something which you wait for it to come around. Blessings are things that are automatically there. Every day of your life they can be found. Luck is basically good fortune that happens from time to time. Blessings are things you are faced with every day. You carry them with you for a lifetime. Luck is something you consider to be good that happens unexpectedly. It may come around at a time of need. But what you consider to be good luck, events can happen to cause you to see it is just opposite. It may turn out to be that what you find to be good luck, isn’t always what it seems. Blessings are that which is sent from God. They are not disguised. Blessings are brought to the light where you clearly seem them. They do not hide. Blessings that are sent from God, they do not lie. Blessings are something you can believe, something you can have confidence in. You carry them with you from the moment your life starts, up until your life on earth comes to an end. You shall carry them with you even after death, should you make it to heaven. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. There’s as difference between the two. I don’t consider myself lucky. I consider myself blessed. I can only speak for myself. I can’t speak for you. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. That’s all I have to say. Don’t call me lucky, call me blessed. God is the way. It’s not luck but God, who wakes me every day. It isn’t luck but God, who gives me eyes to see the way. It isn’t luck but God, who gives me a voice and mouth so that I may talk. It isn’t luck but God, who gave me legs and feet so that I may walk. It isn’t luck but God, who gave me hands so that I may touch. It isn’t luck but God, who does so much. It isn’t luck but God, who gives me everything I need. It isn’t luck, it’s God. I say it unashamed. I say it proudly. It isn’t luck, it’s God, who gave me a brain for thinking. It wasn’t luck, it was God, who gave me a heart which keeps me breathing, keeps me living. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed, in so many ways. Don’t call me lucky, call me blessed. That’s all I have to say. I’ll leave you with that thought and I’ll go about my way.
racheal-rodriguez
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
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