Flipping through Facebook statuses this morning….I have seen a LOT of mention of Friday the 13th.
I recall when I was younger, being in the car with my big sister and our Grandma S. We were driving through her Oklahoma City neighborhood….suddenly she said “Stop! You have to turn the car around.” That’s when I learned you are not to cross the path of a black cat. Even though Grandma was a God-fearing, Bible reading, Southern Baptist woman, there were a few things she held on to. And of course we turned around!
Since that day I know I have crossed the path of evil many times without turning around. I intentionally do not throw salt over my shoulder for good luck as I know who would have to clean it up. Many umbrellas have been opened on the inside of buildings and cars at my hand…why, I have
even walked beneath ladders and lived to tell. I never treasured a rabbit’s foot and any piece of luck I attempted to carry, I lost.
But one thing I do attempt each morning? I thank the Lord for another day. I ask Him to protect and bless my family and friends
that would mean YOU, and I wonder how He can use me for the better good….
Happy Friday, September 13th, friends. I am gonna venture out. Don’t tell Grandma S ~