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       There is a song by B.O.B. entitled, "Airplanes." And I love it! Absolutely love it! The hook is such: 
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. I could really use a wish right now. Wish right now.
       I often listen to this song on repeat just screaming the hook. And even now I catch myself looking into the sky when I see an airplane and hoping it was a shooting star. Because how often in life do we need a wish? I read a quote once that stuck with me, "Dear eyelashes, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, and birthday candles...do your job."
       We wish. We as humans wish. We wish to wish; we love to wish. And sad that we spend our grandest moments wishing. Because I am sure I have heard my parents say before, " Shit in one hand, wish in the other and see which one fills up first." And how often do these come true? We are superstitious beings because we want to believe in luck and hope and good, but what if it is all just someone else's fate? 
        During the time of Homer, it was a common belief that the gods played with the humans, toyed with them. Nothing that happened was ever a product of a human action or decision, it was the moving of your bodily piece on the chessboard of the gods. It was all in their hands. You were pretty much fucked. But not many believe that now. No, not belief in the gods, but belief in The God. Has this thought changed? Have we not just settled on the idea of monotheism as opposed to polytheism? Do we still harbor a little idea that we are just pawns on God's chessboard?
        How often do we say, "It all happens for a reason"? How often do we put our trust (or try to) in the hands of an invisible God? I do. I try. I fail...but I do because I believe in the divinity of His existence and being. But I still find myself wishing on stars, picking up front facing pennies, blowing eyelashes, and efficiently distinguishing my birthday candles--all with one thing in mind: a wish.
        What I am trying to learn is this: not to live from wish to wish or miracle to miracle but from grace to grace. For God's grace is sufficient. It is never ending and always plentiful. 
        But what is the difference from grace and wishes? Grace is the free and unmerited favor of God. A wish is wanting something that probably won't happen. So, maybe instead of shitting in one hand and wishing in the other...we should have grace in one and wishes in the other. I am pretty sure I have an idea of which one will fill up faster. ;-)

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