-A great big shout out to Chick-fil-A for helping me keep it clean while camping!
I talked to you about tent camping Joshua Tree National Park.
No running water. Dusty. Cold.
I glanced to my right and found a rock whale. Oh my gosh! He was breaching above the trail, his eye gazing down at me, mouth smiling.
I was glad the other hikers were over the hilltop. I didn’t want anyone to see this 61 year-old mess, all dirty with no water in sight. Of course I had no sanitizer with me. I fumbled in the pocket of my old woolen overalls. Aha! There are those leftover wipes from my last yummy chicken dinner at Chick-fil-A.
Yes! Score one for this hoarding Type A and Chick-fil-A! Package one helped me scrape the crud from my hands. Package 2 wiped away a bit of blood. I was good to go.
I’m grateful Chick-fil-A helped me keep it clean while camping, but what about that other muck in my life?
Camping can get pretty grimy, but that’s nothing compared to the mind-clogging dirt I accumulate in my day-to-day struggles. I’m talking about the negative self-talk, jealous tendencies, anger, impatience and bad attitudes. In other words, sometimes I stumble and need help to clean up.
That’s why I like God. He gives me the perfect prayer for cleanup:
I’m repeating this prayer over and over and stocking up on Chick-fil-A for the rest of my journey.
Next up: “Ode to Overalls”.