Saturday, August 16, 2014

Pizza Angel

When we lived in Northern Virginia, we had friends who lived all over the area. The first time I drove out to my friend Cheryl's house, I thought I had gone far enough out in the country to be in West Virginia. Over the years our children all became good friends, and Addison and Brennan often stayed with them when Lauren had lengthy doctors appointments.

One day we were out at their house following an appointment, and both of my big kids were hungry. Cheryl remembered that a Papa John's pizza place had recently opened in town.  (I use the term "town" loosely because town was barely a tiny spot on a map and she lived quite a ways from there.) At that time, Papa Johns was the only pizza restaurant that was safe for Brennan's allergies.

I was thrilled to hear of an easy lunch option so that I didn't have to hear the kids whine about being hungry on the hour long drive back to our house.

We called to order a few pizzas, thinking that one of us would have to run to the store to pick it up. We were pleasantly surprised to find out that they'd deliver out as far as we were -- our lucky day.

Truth be told, I didn't think much about our pizza lunch for several months. Then Cheryl stopped me at church one day and asked if I remembered ordering Papa John's out at her house. Apparently, she tried to get pizza delivered and was told that they couldn't drive out that far. When she pressed the issue saying they had delivered before, their computer records showed that our pizzas had been picked up in the store.

We often joke about how God provided a pizza angel on a day when all of us needed a little bit of a break.

Ben and MeI'm sharing a "years ago" story corresponding to each letter of the alphabet for the Blogging through the Alphabet challenge hosted by Marcy at Ben and Me. I often tell my children stories of things that have happened in our past, and now I'm taking the time to write down those treasured stories.

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  1. Love it! We just found a new pizza that our wheat free kiddo can eat, company's name-Sonoma. It says flat bread but doesn't seem like it. So good the rest of the family asks for it as well. No nitrates, etc!!! It's the little blessings for sure!!!

    1. Funny how a change in allergies can change the definition of blessings. Although we haven't found any safe restaurant pizzas for Lauren, I'm often thankful for the frozen pizza I can buy that doesn't have wheat, dairy, soy, or corn.



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