[Risk No. 826] I met a friend at one of my favorite Nashville Hot Chicken spots, Hattie B’s. After a great conversation over fire-infused, spice-rubbed, sweat-producing hot chicken, we said our goodbye’s. As I walked around the corner of the building back out to my car, I noticed John who was sitting outside taking a smoke break. I said hello, and asked how he was doing. “Well, I’m actually pretty anxious – my son is going to be born tomorrow.” Asked if I could pray for him. “Absolutely!” Bent down next to him, held his hands and asked Jesus to cover mom, dad, and child – to help this young family grow in the ways of righteousness.