Simple Summer Fun: Homemade Ice Cream

The odds were in my favor that tasting homemade ice cream would be the hands-down favorite old-fashioned summer fun activity for my daughters. Leave it to them to beat the odds. Abby Kate checked out as soon as she found out our batch wasn’t cookies and cream flavored. Lily at least sampled a spoonful but decided she didn’t like it.

Crazy kids.

Ice cream colors a lot of my summer memories: red, orange and purple popsicles passed out each night of Vacation Bible School at Bayview Baptist Church, vanilla and chocolate swirls served in a miniature plastic baseball hat at a Birmingham Barons baseball game, and the light-pink hue of homemade cherry ice cream churned in an electric ice cream machine in my mom’s kitchen.

I can still hear the whir of the motor as it mixed the milk, sugar and maraschino cherries, ice crystals forming on the outside of the metal can beneath the ice and rock salt. The hum stirred my excitement as much as it did the ingredients. I loved that sound. I knew something special was happening because homemade ice cream wasn’t something we enjoyed every day. It was a celebration food for the July 4th holiday and other summer occasions.

I found this picture of my daddy supervising a double batch of homemade ice cream outside in our yard. I don’t recall the day but the picture itself is important to me now. Daddy passed away in 2007. He loved homemade cherry ice cream. He also loved Jesus and wrote letters to me to encourage me in my faith. In one of his letters he advised, “When in doubt, PRAY and then wait on God to lead you.”

Wait.

Waiting on ice cream is easy. The instructions tell us exactly when we will get what we want. And if we’ve followed the recipe, we are practically guaranteed it’s going to turn out alright. If only waiting on God was so simple and assured. Unlike an ice cream recipe, it can be difficult to discern the next step He wants us to take. Sometimes it’s hard to believe His answer for us will be good, at least in the sense that we want it to be. Like a kid who can’t wait to eat ice cream, we pace the kitchen floor, our emotions churning, asking God to please hurry so we can be satisfied with something sweet in our lives.

Sometimes we have to wait for what is good, whether homemade ice cream or answers to our prayers.

I have asked a very specific request of God for the last year. My prayer pendulum has swung between pleading cries and trying to convince myself I’m OK without the answer I want. As I wrestle with doubt and discontent I have found consolation and hope in Psalm 37. Verses 3-7 of that chapter are a recipe of sorts for what to do while we wait:

“Trust in the Lord and do good;
     dwell in the land and enjoy safe pleasure.
Take delight in the Lord,
     and He will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the Lord;
     Trust in Him and He will do this:
He will make your righteousness reward shine like the dawn,
     your vindication like the noonday sun.
Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him;”

Trust.
Delight.
Commit.
Be Still.

Are you in a season of waiting? I invite you to sit beside me with Psalm 37 because I believe God can do more than we can imagine (Ephesians 3:20).

A couple of weeks ago I made a list of ways God has been faithful to me and my family. I noticed the specific ways He has answered prayers, particulars that could not possibly be called coincidence. God cares about the details of our lives and orchestrates them more beautifully than we ever could. Don’t take my word for it. Take His.

Here are a few Bible promises to encourage you as you wait to receive what is good.

“But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)

“The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.” (Lamentations 3:25)

“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” (Psalm 5:3)

As you wait, you may feel better to indulge a bowl or two of ice cream. I highly recommend the homemade kind.

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Julie Reyburn is new to blogging but has written for many years, first as a journalist and currently as the Communications Director for a non-profit organization. She lives in Alabama with her husband and two daughters.