I used to think God was protecting and helping me.
For example: I had to quit smoking before becoming a witless and I did. I claimed it was because of constant prayer and reliance on Jokeovah. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that I refused to buy a pack of smokes and that I avoided all contact with people who smoked for a month. 😳
There was a day in serve us that I was surrounded by 3 wild dogs. The gumps in the car just watched as I was about to become dinner. I slowly backed away and the dogs left me alone. I claimed it was god. Now I see it as coincidence.
Last year with all the bull the wife and I went through I finally realized God could give a rats ass about his people no matter how hard you work.
I personally think some people are just more lucky than others. Nothing more to read into there. Some people just get a higher dice roll than others in a given situation.