the irony of it all

i think many times, when something nice happens, we look up in the sky and thank whoever is up there for his grace.

like when we are thrown into a precarious situation, and through some sort of divine intervention, manage to salvage it. we believe it's all due to him.

true, he did helped.

but have you ever wonder why you are in that sort of situation in the first place?

it seems as if he puts you in there, then saves you, and you thank him for it.

get the picture?

he is making you reliant on him; it's like a drug.

he need not have saved you, because you could have not needed any saving at all. it was unnecessary.

but he still does it.

why?