I’m into double digits in my Every Day with Chick-fil-A quest, and I have to admit, today’s blog is written with a heavy heart as I think about those who are struggling in Moore, OK, after the Category 4 twister did so much damage earlier today. Life is fleeting and makes no guarantees, and every time a catastrophe like this happens I think about one thing: HOPE.
There’s hardly a more potent force in all the world; more powerful than a twister, to be sure. And my prayer tonight is that the people in that town have hope, hope in the eternal God above, who always was, always is, and forevermore shall be. There’s hope of not getting a speeding ticket when you’re busted, hope that you’ll win the lottery, but I speak of a firm foundation of hope, bedrocked in solid stone, unmovable, unshakeable, steadfast, strong, and secure. That is what the people of Moore, OK, need this evening. I pray dear Lord in heaven that you would provide it.
Then there are silly hopes, like the hope of having an excellent Chick-fil-A experience each day, made possible by my VIP Black Chick-fil-A card. Today’s run was later than anticipated, as times are busy in the Ford household. I’ve already noted the busyness in a previous blog, so I’ll spare you the details here. But I made the most of a late run, putting in my prescription request at CVS for Malarone and Cipro (the first for malaria prevention, the latter for a prevention of another kind.) Deposited some checks in the bank, and I was off to Chick-fil-A.
Was at my local Trinity location Chick-fil-A today; home base, if you will, and they’re starting to catch on. Now this girl was new to me, and honestly, I think her name was Megan, but for truth in reporting, I have no idea. She was super nice though and put up with a camera in her face with kindness:
I knew my wife was making something with veggies at home, so I went with what is slowly becoming my favorite – the Chick-fil-A Chick-n-Strips®. Pile on a medium waffle fries and a small vanilla shake, and I was on my way home.
Oh, have to give my mom a shout out too – she was on the phone when placed the order. Gotta love on the family, am I right?
Liza had the veggies baking in the oven already so I only had to wait about another ten minutes to have my meal. I decided to cut up my strips and throw them amongst baked broccoli, cauliflower, peppers, onions, garlic and potatoes. Here’s what it looked like:
You don’t need to ask if it was good or not – I won’t let you even attempt to slander my wife’s good cooking paired with Truett’s patented chicken breast recipe with the question, even if it’s rhetorical. (Legal disclaimer: I have no idea if Truett’s recipe is patented or not. Remember I speak often in metaphors.) Both Truett and my wife are the holy grail of eating as far as I’m concerned.
So there you have it, Day 10 in the books. Of course I wish it was under brighter circumstances, so with humility and reverence do I end this blog for the dear folks in Oklahoma today. I think my father’s favorite verse is appropriate in this instance:
May the God of hope fill you with all ljoy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. – Romans 15:13