Whoever trusts in his riches will fall,
but the righteous will flourish like a green leaf.
I flipped the page of my “grandchildren” calendar to the month of March and chuckled at the picture of Addie and Eli captioned “Make Your Own Luck.” They were making faces—with the help of Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head’s interchangeable parts, Addie with a mouth as wide as a rainbow and ears fit for a leprechaun, and both of them in hats, Addie’s purple and Eli’s a St. Paddy’s Day green.
But how do you make your own luck? Isn’t luck a chance happening? Like something we wish for?