The other says, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Little things matter. A lot.
A DQ date night costs about $5, but it’s worth gold. For a few minutes, we’re teenagers again. We jump in the truck and head past the square to the DQ drive-through. I order a small chocolate shake or a hot fudge sundae with peanuts. Rick gets a mini Reece’s blizzard, which is about the size of a thimble, but plenty good. We sit in the parking lot while we eat and watch the cars go by.
The other night a gorgeous orange and purple sun set surprised us–the kind that takes your breath. Heaven came down. Glory filled the sky. And the truck.
Rick held my hand–one of those sparkly-gold moments when words weren’t necessary. Maybe the less I nag, the more I notice God.
Minutes later, as the girl handed us our ice cream, she smiled and said, “Have a blessed night.”
It is a blessed night. So very, very blessed.
From the rising of the sun to it’s setting the name of the Lord is to be praised. Ps. 113:3 NAS