After reading my last post, my daughter came to me and said gently, "Don't worry, Mama, I have always known that I am lucky, too."
I found her simple assurance so moving. It left me thinking about the nature of luck. I decided that it is not so much that we get everything we want, but that we recognize and appreciate when good things come to us for no reason we can fathom other than simple grace. Maybe "luck" is the reward for dwelling on the good that happens and, no matter our challenges, holding that as the greater truth.
I feel incredibly lucky to have this child in my life. She is pure grace.