We take chances every day. You might say each day of life is a gamble because we never know what is going to happen next. And you never know whether the odds will be in your favor or not.
I’m not a gambling person – I’m probably one of a few people who ever attended a horse race at Churchill Downs in Kentucky but never placed a bet; I’ve never stepped inside a casino; and I admit I’ve never even bought a lottery ticket – but sometimes I still like to know the chances of something occurring.
Why else would I switch on the weather channel to see what the odds are that it will snow today? Or rain? Or hit the 100 degree mark? Or temperatures fall below zero?
If something strange happens, I often hear folks remark, “Well, what were the odds of that?” Poll takers are constantly telling us the odds of this or that and often times they are dead wrong.
And when that takes place, we say that surely happened against the odds, which is this week’s photo challenge.
As usually occurs, a photo challenge theme speaks to me not just by a chosen picture but with words as well and I have to chime in my two cents on the topic. What are the odds of that? Usually about 99.9%, I’d say, but don’t bank on it.
So considering this photo theme – against the odds – several thoughts about how my husband and I have gone against the odds popped up in my convoluted brainwaves.
This year, Papa and I will celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary. With the standard statistic that’s been thrown around for several years telling us about 50% of marriages end in divorce, I’d say our long-standing marriage has endured against the odds.
Perusing the internet, you can find all kinds of interesting stats. I located this one while thoughts of against the odds were percolating in my head: the majority of American-born adults (56%) have not lived outside their birth state.
Again, Papa and I have gone against the odds because we spent several years living in other states far away from our birth state and our families. And we also may have gone against the odds again when we actually moved back to my hometown after 20 plus years living in different areas of the country.
Even when we were blessed with our three children, it seems we went against the odds. Our first two babies were girls. What are the odds of having a boy if the previous children are all the same gender? According to some research I found, if you have two girls, your odds of having a boy for your third child drops to 46%. Our little odds breaker, our third child, was a boy.
Taking this one step (and one generation) further, the odds (and research) say that boys outnumber girls at birth. Apparently, hundreds of years of research demonstrates this and the conjecture is that because males have a higher mortality rate than females, this is nature’s way of creating a gender balance.
Whether that’s true or not, I don’t know but I do know that again Papa and I, against the odds regarding that research, welcomed our first two grandchildren who were girls not boys.
Whatever the odds, it has taken effort and perseverance to keep marriage and family relationships intact and we continue to strive to do so against the odds.
Adding in love, forgiveness, and a whole lot of grace, our faith is often the glue that holds us all together against the odds.
So what is my wish for my readers in writing this post? I could wish as it’s said in the Hunger Games book/movie, “May the odds be ever in your favor.”
But instead of wishing on odds, I’d rather bank on the faithfulness and steadfastness of a Savior, who promises to be with us against the odds.
My hope is that, against the odds, you can do the same.
“Always make a total effort, even when the odds are against you.” ~ Arnold Palmer