We interrupt this regularly scheduled devotion spot to bring you some chili dogs and onion rings.
Faith’s birthday is tomorrow, and we celebrated a little early by going to the circus today. To the children’s delight, we topped off the afternoon with some vittles at the Varsity. If you are a native of the South, then you may know about the greasy deliciousness found only beyond the doors of the big “V” and the “What’ll ya have?” chanted to each guest as they arrive to place an order. For you northerners (anyone not from the South falls into this category, by the way), get down here and get you some chili dogs! Call me when you get here, and I’ll go with you. I’m nice that way. It’s the South after all. (No offense to you non-south folks – I’m sure you have your share of niceness, as well.)
As we sat waiting for Alan to bring us the food, Faith managed to smash her little fingers in between our booth and the booth backing up to us. She had them in the crack, and when the people sitting behind us got up, their shift of weight caused the small space between the booths to become even smaller. I did some quick scrambling to get her fingers out and smashed mine in the process.
Before I could get her in my lap, a lady from two tables back ran up with some fresh ice in a little baggy for her fingers. I thanked her profusely. The family sitting at the finger squashing table was obviously with a large group. Before I could blink twice, at least eight of them, one by one, came up and asked if Faith was okay and to apologize. The last one asked if he could give her something to make her feel better and made her a rose with the paper napkin. As this grinning man stood there twisting the brown paper napkin, I was speechless (for once) with this sweet family’s concern.
I was pondering their goodwill when I saw it, and I knew. Around his neck hung a cross. He was representing Christ, my friends. So, today someone was Christ to me, Faith, and three little squashed fingers. Hallelujah and Amen! It’s good to be loved by Jesus!
O victory in Jesus, My Savior, forever. He sought me and bought me With His redeeming blood; He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him, He plunged me to victory, Beneath the cleansing flood.
I'm one sassy southern Mama who loves Jesus and isn't afraid to shout it. My passions are Jesus, my husband, my kids, and chocolate. I'm a teacher turned Christian writer. Ask me why I love Jesus and be prepared to sit a spell.
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul, but don't forget to love your neighbor as yourself. I am a firm believer that we can change the world one person at a time - by being Christ with the skin on to those who are in need.
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