Ice Cream (I Scream)

The other night I was going on a run (slow jog) in Sewickley.  It was a beautiful summer evening, dusk, about 7:30pm, and right as I was running through the main street in town I passed by a family who was eating ice cream in their parked car on the side of the street.

A strange feeling came over me in that moment that caused me to whisper under my short breaths: “God, I don’t want to eat ice cream in my car.”

I still don’t fully know what that meant.  All I know is that in that moment, I decided I never want to eat ice cream in my car.

Eating ice cream in your car is a little like lighting a lamp and then putting it under a bowl.  Or moving mountains with your faith and then not loving the people around you.

By God’s grace, the very next night I found myself eating ice cream outside on the steps of a beautiful church in the city with three Spirit-filled women who reached out to me at a particularly perfect time.  I love that God continues to write redemption in the little details of life.

“I wanna yell it from the rooftops, I’ll wear a sign on my chest, it’s the least I can do”  -Gavin