1 Reason Why Melted Ice Cream Reminds Me of God
Occasionally, something happens that I just can’t hold back from sharing. In each story, there’s usually a part that shows God’s timing is perfect.
One day four years ago, back when our budget was a bit too tight, I tried to get back into house cleaning as I had done years earlier.
“Oh, great,” I willingly but not so energetically thought, “Once again I’ll somehow get my name out to find new customers.” Not. Fun.
While I was doing all I could to connect to possible customers, God was hearing me often ask for His guidance in how to connect with who.
About one week after I started giving it my all, one fall windy evening something took place. As I was pushing my grocery cart with four filled-to-the-brim bags to my car, I saw something a bit odd: a tow truck behind someone’s car parked in the disable spot. The tow truck driver was talking to an elderly lady. I slowly walked by, hoping to hear what was going on.
“I can’t get your car to start,” said the tow truck driver, “Where would you like me to tow it?”
“Oh, my! I don’t know what to do,” was one sad elderly ladies answer, “Just tow it to my place and tomorrow I’ll have to try to figure out what I’ll do next.”
‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’, one of my favorite verses, came to mind. I began pondering.
One thought came to mind while trying to ignore the fact that the ice cream in one of my bags was melting.
“Um . . . excuse me but I couldn’t help but hear what the problem is. I have a suggestion.”
“Please, tell us!” they both replied.
“Right across the street,” I said while pointing, “is the auto repair place I take my car. I know them well. They are closed now but how about you tow the car there, we both leave a note, and in the morning talk to them about your car. I’ll also offer to take you and your food to where you were headed, assuming it’s close by.”
Both mouths dropped.
“And if you have no way to get it after it’s fixed, maybe I can take you back to pick your car up.”
“Wow, You mean that? You’ll really help me. You’re an angel!” the elderly lady said. “Oh, thank you so much!”
“That sure sounds good to me,” said the truck driver. And off we went.
After dropping the car off, getting her and her food in my car, we both chit chatted a mile a minute as I took her only a few miles to her place.
“Can’t wait to see her face when she sees my plans,” God must have been thinking, because it turned out this dear lady lived at a retirement apartment complex. No way was I going to let her carry all her stuff up to the 4th level. As I walked into that building, seeing a few elderly people walking around, one even needing a walker, a thought began to form.
Hmmm – I bet people here could sure use someone to clean their places. I just might look into this.
I asked the lady her thoughts about that while in the elevator.
“There sure are people who would love for you to do that. I know you’ll get quite a few.”
That next day, when picking her up to go get her car, I had a poster all ready to pin up in the main office’s wall, informing those living there about my cleaning service. That evening I got my first of many calls!
God must have been grinning each time I answered the phone those first few days. Why? Because I kept thinking that God’s timing of me coming out of that store was perfect, and that helping that dear older lady was far more important than keeping some ice cream from melting.
To this day, each time I see ice cream melting, guess what I think about. I’d love to hear of a certain person, place, or thing that, when ever you see it, it makes you think of a certain time. Come on. I bet we all have one. Tell me! Tell me !