11:11

So, the past couple of months (heck, for the past year), I've been playing a couple of games with God. I ask him for favors (for example, straight A's), and then "play" guessing games with Him, "challenging" (not really challenging, for I can never be as superior as God), but challenging him that if I find my pencil, I'll get straight A's or if I eat my dinner without any hesitation, I'll get straight A's or if I remember to wake up at 5, I'll get straight A's or if I...and hopefully, you get the point.

Today, we got our report cards and for the fifth year in a row, I've gotten straight A's. I was ecstatic and delighted that God has given me so much...and I thank Him every night and every day and merely every second I'm alive. However, it sometimes scares me that I have it all...that I'm achieving this "perfection"...or getting what I ask for.

I know. I should never complain, and I'm definetely not complaining, but I'm just worried that this might all stop. This "good luck"...maybe God's help might stop...and then I'll drown...and be completely and utterly lost. 

Ironically, I began typing this at 11:11...oh boy, the good luck keeps coming...

-AA