Do you expect good things from God
or do you settle for the mundane
when God offers the miraculous?
Mr. 4-Ever and I were driving home
from an event on a
hot and sunny day.
We’d been on the road for hours
and I just had to have
a break … and a chocolate malt.
A jumbo cup of
thick, chocolatey deliciousness.
I tried to talk myself out of it
but the hankering would not go away.
Finally, I asked Mr. 4-Ever
to be on the lookout for ice cream.
At the next exit,
we followed the signs to McDonald’s.
Mind you, McDonald’s will do,
but I had something a little different in mind.
I wanted hand scooped ice-cream
and lots of malt powder mixed
with whole milk – blended together till
it was a cold, smooth concoction
fresh from the whir of a malt maker.
Just as we saw the golden arches,
I spied an ice cream stand
on the other side of the road.
“Can we go there instead?”
I asked Mr. 4-Ever excitedly.
He was already in McDonald’s mode,
inexpensive and satisfactory.
“No, let’s just stick with McDonald’s,”
was his disappointing reply.
“Ok,” I drooped,
“I have to use the ladies room anyway.
I’ll go in and get the shake.”
At the counter,
I saw a big “OUT OF ORDER” sign
on the machine that oozes milk shakes.
I was practically giddy as I asked,
“Is your milk shake machine working?”