“You’re a hero…” I said.
“Oh no- really. I’m just doing my job. We’ll be OK.”
We shared a conversation about his long days on the road – how vital his work is to our present predicament as a Nation… and how he is now greeted and received by the public as he carries a truckload of food and supplies to stores…how more people now have a whole new appreciation for his line of work.
It’s more than a job these days. It’s a mission.
He told me his wife says prayers for him while he’s on the road.. and how he knows those prayers keep him safe.
I felt compelled to ask- “Can I pray for you?”
He happily agreed…
I prayed aloud:
“Dear Lord- thank you for this man… and the critical job he is doing to help during this crisis. Keep him safe and healthy. Bless him and his wife. We pray that this situation our country faces would soon pass with Your divine help. In Jesus name- Amen.”
He offered a prayer for me too, for which I was grateful.
And with that I headed to the checkout.
The encounter reminded me we are certainly in good hands in this country… because of guys just like this.
Doing incredible work- without fanfare, to benefit us all.”
