Yesterday the Vietnam veteran I had been afraid of came through buying pink cupcakes for his 8-year-old girls.
We had a pleasant conversation regarding cupcakes and 8-year-olds, and when he was leaving, I called out, "Oh! Thank you for your service."
He turned, pulled up to attention, and said- just said; his voice boomed enough to make calling unnecessary- "Thank you for your recognition."
Then he left the grocery store singing "JOY, JOY, JOY, JOY..."
I prayed that his pink cupcakes would be blessed. I don't know how to pray, a lot. But food-blessing I can do. May your pink cupcakes be blessed. In Jesus name.
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