Ice Cream Solves A Lot Of My Problems (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Feb 25 2024	Views/Reads: 343/163	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Nobody can live without problems. That’s just life. But, as a Christian, I have a special resource called prayer. My prayer connects me with God’s peace “which passeth all understanding.” There is no problem that in anyway compromises God’s peace that

Like everybody else, I face problems almost every day. Or maybe I should
say, my problem faces me. 

Every Monday, when I get up, I say to myself, “How many problems will I
have this week? How many will I solve?” Unfortunately, myself never 
replies back. 

Problems are part of life, but it's tough for me to get used to
problems. Every time I almost solve one problem, two or three new ones 
pop up. There are times when I hesitate to get up on a Monday morning. 

Recently, I discovered something related to my problems. No matter my
problems or where they come from, I have discovered that a bowl of ice 
cream solves most of them. 

This is a recent discovery for me. I only wish I would've known it 50
years ago. Since I know it now, I will use it for my benefit. The more 
problems I have, the more ice cream I need. 

Discovering that ice cream is my comfort food has really made a lot of
difference in my life. And it has taken me quite a while to get The 
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage to understand this about me. 

She knows much about me, even more than I know about myself. But this
one thing about ice cream is relatively new, and she hesitates to 
acknowledge it. 

Whenever a problem pops up, I usually get frustrated and bent out of
shape trying to figure out how to deal with it. Sometimes I do figure 
it out, but more often, I do not. Then I discovered something that has 
changed my attitude for all time. 

That discovery is that ice cream is a way of helping me deal with a
problem that I might have. Oh boy, this has been a learning curve for 
me. 

I discovered this not too long ago when I faced a problem I just didn't
know how to take. I was driving down the street when I noticed a 
relatively new ice cream store on my right side. Looking at it, I 
thought to myself, “What will it hurt if I stop and have some ice 
cream?” 

I pulled into the parking lot, walked over, entered the store, and
ordered some ice cream. I looked at the menu for a while to order the 
right ice cream. I saw some mint chocolate chip ice cream on the menu. 
I haven't had mint chocolate chip ice cream, for I can't remember how 
long ago. So I ordered it, took it to the table, sat down, and began 
working on it. 

I was only three bites in when it finally occurred to me that I wasn't
even thinking about my problem at that time. All I was thinking about 
was how delicious this ice cream was. This mint chocolate chip ice 
cream was so delicious I couldn't think of anything else. 

When I finished my mint chocolate chip ice cream dish, I couldn't
remember my problem. Unfortunately, when I got in my car and started 
driving away, the problem finally came back to me. But when it did, it 
didn't seem as serious as it did before the ice cream. Something had 
happened. 

It's not every day that I learn something new about myself, but this was
one of those days. 

I don't know how many kinds of ice cream there are, but I have worked it
out so that every problem I face is associated with some flavor of ice 
cream. 

The harder the problem, the darker the ice cream. If I have vanilla ice
cream, that means I have a very easy problem to solve. But if I have a 
really difficult problem, I must have chocolate fudge ice cream. 

When I got home that evening, I updated The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage on my discovery. 

“Guess what I learned about myself today,” I said with a big smile. 


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