The cool thing about working in an ice cream shop is you get regulars. You see people who come in every week or just every once in a while, and you get little glimpses into their lives. And every once in a while through these glimpses you get to witness a miracle.
There was a lady that always came in with her little daughter, probably about 3 years old, and she was very pregnant. They always sat together, just the two of them, talking about how they're the greatest pair. A couple weeks ago I saw the lady and her daughter, but this time she wasn't pregnant. She was holding a beautiful baby. Their pair had become a trio, and they never looked happier.
Today a lady came in with her adult daughter. I recognized the daughter more, but I knew that the mom had been with her before. Except the first time, the mom was wearing a scarf around her head because she had cancer or something like it. But today was different; today her hair was growing back. She looked happier and healthier than ever before. I felt honored to be the one to give her ice cream. It seemed too little an act to give such an amazing survivor.
These people are strangers to me. I don't even know their names. But having the privilege of serving them a scoop of ice cream every once in a while reminds me why I'm here. It reminds me to appreciate the little things in life. It reminds me how God works. He is a God of miracles, and I am honored to be able to witness His work, even if it is just through a local ice cream shop.
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