It’s the exchange you’ll always hear at one of my favorite restaurants: Chick-Fil-A. I’ve heard it’s their way of providing an unexpected dose of top notch service.
I wonder if God says “my pleasure” every time I tell Him “thank you” ?
It would only make sense. He would have to experience “a source of delight or joy” in loving, protecting, and providing for me. (Luke 12:32 – …for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom!)
What would my kids think if I responded in the same manner?
“Mommy, thanks for cooking my favorite dinner.”
“Mommy, thanks for helping me with my homework.”
And my husband…
“Babe, thanks for picking up some cinnamon rolls.”
I’ll let you know how it works out…
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.