Help for an Ice Cream-oholic!

 

I scream. You scream. We all scream... well, you know the rest!

My lifelong affair with ice cream began with a hand-cranked peach delight my dad used to make. That creamy sweetness was followed by a chocolate fudgesicle ritual every Sunday night after church. And then came the ice cream truck. That jingle still makes my inner child leap with joy. I was hooked.

Maybe you’re right there with me.  You, too, might be an ice cream-oholic if:

• You know more flavors than Crayola has crayons.
• You eat ice cream when you’re happy. And sad. And bored. And celebrating.
• You’ve swapped dinner for a double scoop -- more than once.
• And when you travel, you don’t just see sights -- you taste scoops (hello, my friends in Montreal Canada and my friends in Rome with your delectable gelato!)

There’s just something about that frozen swirl. It soothes sore throats, heals heartbreak, and brings back every beautiful memory of summer days and simpler times. Ice cream is cold comfort in a cone.

But here’s the spiritual scoop:

Psalm 119:103 says, “How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth.” And Psalm 34:8 reminds us, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.”

When was the last time we savored God’s Word like we do a sundae? When His name is mentioned -- do we light up like a kid at the sight of sprinkles?

Truth is, we’ve got something far better than a freezer full of Blue Bell. We’ve got the Giver of every good gift. He invites us not to just taste—but delight in Him.

Let’s be a little obsessed. Let’s crave His presence, hunger for His truth, and spread His love like whipped cream on a banana split. Let’s scoop out smiles, sprinkle kindness, and maybe -- just maybe -- offer a friend a little encouragement -- and a bowl of ice cream.

Because delighting in Him never melts away – and BONUS – no calories added in His presence! 

Love with lots of sprinkles of gratitude -- Donna