Luck Runs Out

Karly came through the kitchen door sobbing after school today and I could barely understand what she was trying to tell me was the source of her despair.  Once I got her to take a couple deep breaths and calm down...she said, "Lucky died."  Lucky was the pony down the street that she liked to ride when our neighbors invited us to ride their horses.  (I thought....what an irony for St Patrick's Day!)  I held her for a little while for her to have a good cry and then something else distracted her away to have some fun with her sisters and it seemed she was over the loss.  My brief thoughts on this subject tonight just remind me that luck runs out....I remember when I was little I always wanted to find a real four-leaf clover...or try to get to the end of a rainbow to see if there really was a pot of gold (actually that second thought still entices me a little bit)...BUT, I am thankful blessings do not have to be limited if we are seeking Christ and submitting to Him in obedience.