Praising the Lord in a Port-A-Potty

I praised the Lord in a porta-potty this morning. After watching an hour of Brendan’s hour and a half quarterback lesson in the increasing cold (and then itstarted to drizzle), I had to pee and found a porta-potty just in the nick of time. “Praise the Lord,” I said out loud several times while I was in there. (It’s the little things in life that I am most grateful for.) I wondered if God minds receiving praise from locales as unsavory as porta-potties. Probably not. And that’s one more thing that makes Him such a cool God.