The young boy sat outside the country store on a bench. He was supposed to wait there while his mom ran inside to buy ice. She said he couldn’t come in because it was Memorial Day weekend and the store was jam-packed. Plus, he was wearing muddy rubber boots and jeans with big holes in the knees. He didn’t think anybody would care about that, but his mother objected to the overall urchinly look, and it was his own fault that he had lost his sandals and now traveled in rubber boots. It would be just a minute to buy ice.
He sat there beside the window where the ice cream cones were ordered. It was bright and sunny, kind of hot. He wished, oh, how he wished for a nice big cone. He was pretty sure his mother wouldn’t buy one because they were in a hurry. Also, all four of his siblings would cry foul if he came home with ice cream and they didn’t have any. But he decided to pray for ice cream. It never hurts to ask.
Only a few seconds later an elderly gentleman sat down on the bench beside him and asked, “So, what is your favorite ice cream flavor?” The little boy’s heart beat fast, because he knew that his prayer was going to be answered right then. Being a modest little boy, he shrugged and said, “Oh, I just like them all.” And then that elderly gentleman got up and ordered a raspberry cone and handed it to him. The little boy’s freckled face beamed, “You don’t have to do that, but thanks!” His new friend said, “Tell your mom it just fell from the sky,” as he walked to his vehicle.
When his mom came out of the store, she was a little surprised to see her boy licking a huge ice cream cone with the most delighted look in his eyes. “Where did you get that?” she asked. “From the sky,” he replied. “Well, actually, from a kind old man,” and he proceeded to tell his mother how he had prayed for ice cream. “Are you sure he was a real man,” his mom asked, “or maybe he was an angel?”
“Well, he had a wife and a car. That ice cream just made my day, Mama.”
7 thoughts on “Ice Cream from Heaven”
What an encouraging story, and what a delightful telling of it!
I love the way he knew it was a nice man, and not an angel. ☺ “Well, he had a wife and a car…” Great story!
One word….. Aaawwwwww!
I love this. And I’m trying to remember which boy might have a freckled face. 😉
The fair-haired one. 😃
The only problem is…I need a picture of the sweet freckle faced boy!
I love this story for so many reasons.
God is interested in the little things.
Children being taught that God is interested in the little things and bringing them to Him in simple faith.
And this: That stuff wasn’t dairy free. Or sugar free. Or gluten free. Or taste free. Or calorie free. And God blessed it and used it! And it was very good… 😂