McDonald's.

[Risk No. 665] I so sadly can't recall the woman's name I talked with at the McDonald's drive-thru. Bummer. We had just picked Sydney (13) up from her first-ever youth retreat and I asked her if she wanted an ice-cream cone. "Yeah, dad, a chocolate dipped cone from McDonald's!" Ha. Specific and inexpensive. Perfect. The lady who took our order had orange and black hair. She obviously stood out but the Lord high-lighted to me how much she stood out to Him. Way more than anything she could possibly do to her hair. I shared this and encouraged her. She smiled ear to ear and I thanked her for being a gift to the world.