Thread of The Tapestry
One man calls it luck
a coin tossed skyward,
a whisper in the wind,
a door that opens without a knock.
But another sees the thread
not chance,
but choreography.
Luck leans on hope,
hope leans on faith,
faith leans on belief,
and belief…
is the lens we choose to see through.
The mindset,
not a mood.
An outlook,
not an accident.
So when the rain falls just before the harvest,
or the stranger speaks the word you needed,
know this:
It was never luck.
It was alignment.
It was the echo of belief
spoken long before the moment arrived, a Whisper from God's lips.
LA
9/19/25
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Author:
LA (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 19th, 2025 20:02
- Category: Spiritual
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