The ice cube cure.

While all of America and definitely all of my neighbors were celebrating with loud fireworks, we were holed up in our house because of a dog.

It seems our wants-to-kill-everything-that-moves Jack Russell terrier, Lucy, is 100% certifiable, shivering-in-her-fur-coat petrified of fireworks.

A sheep in wolf’s clothing.

This is the dog that drags you down the street during her walk, tail curled and ready for anything. During all the ruckus she wouldn’t even step one toe out the front door…forget about getting her to go to the bathroom! If you forced her to go out she just dragged you back to the front door.

We have no clue why she is this terrified. We’ve had her since she was a pup and nothing has happened in our time with her that would generate this type of reaction to the loud pops. She was even terrified inside the house. She sat on the back of the couch in our family room and worriedly looked out the sliding glass doors just waiting for those loud noises to come inside and get her.

No matter what we tried, we just couldn’t get her attention long enough to distract her from the noise outside. Not until I went to get a drink of water and pushed the ice lever on our refrigerator that is.Β She was off the couch and at my feet lickety split when she heard the ice hit the cup. She loves eating ice cubes and will come running from the farthest reaches of the house when she hears the ice dispenser kick on.

A little ice cube did what two humans couldn’t do…gave her enough comfort that she forgot about her fears.

He came in a whisper.

Isn’t that a lot like what God does with us when we are running around like chickens with our heads cut off? He tries to comfort us and let us know He’s there, but we don’t always listen. We get so focused and so wrapped up in a situation that we put blinders on and totally ignore everything that is around us…including our Father.

When we get to the end of our rope and feel like all hope is lost, we finally hear the small whisper of His voice…like the sound of an ice cube hitting the bottom of a glass.

One small, loving thing from Him to let us know everything will be alright if we just trust Him.

So, what did we do with Lucy? Well, gave her a bowl full of ice cubes of course!

What thing have you been holding onto that you need to let God handle? How has He let you know it will be okay? Is there anything else on your heart today? Join in the conversation so we can all share in the blessings!

About Mindy Bowman

I am a daughter of Christ, a wife to Todd, a mother to seven children, an avid horse lover, a musician/singer, and graphic/media artist with a little bit of geek around the edges! And, I have learned that without service, there is no purpose in life.

16 thoughts on “The ice cube cure.

  1. I had to laugh…as I took pics to prove that my 70 pound drooling English Bulldog was glued to the side of my bed last night when the boom booms started last night! But yes. I love that soft, quiet whisper from God as well. It is my Ice Cube Cure!

  2. Jess says:

    Loved this! How very true though, how we get blinded to all other things, until we hear that small whisper.

    I think my struggle is parenting. I’m scared to death of screwing it up and raising spoiled, horrible people who don’t love each other and others.

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    • Hi Jess! That was one of my biggest fears while I was raising my kids. You just have to do the best you can with what He’s given you. I am very blessed that mine have grown into responsible young adults. Although, there were times when I thought I wasn’t getting through to them. You’d be surprised at how much they really do “retain”! πŸ™‚ Thanks for stopping by!

  3. gramma12 says:

    Eagerly, most mornings, I look forward to opening the computer and hearing that familiar ping that says I’m about to be connected to the internet, that I’m connected to someone outside my little home. Most days now, the first thing I do is check the four blogs I follow to see what’s there. Loved this one – poor Lucy – what an evening that must have been. I love the way you connect even the smallest thing – like that ice cube – to our relationship with God.
    Thanks for that!!
    Nan

  4. Todd Bowman says:

    Someday I hope Lucy will learn that her “father’s” whisper of “It’s OK” will be enough to calm her through the storm…. Someday I hope I will learn that my Father’s whisper of “It’s OK” will be enough to calm me through the storm. πŸ™‚

  5. maria says:

    I’m glad to hear the ice cubes calmed her down. πŸ™‚
    You’re absoutely right…sometimes we need to slow down and realize we are in good hands and listen more often. Thank you for this post. And thank you for your kind words.
    Xo
    Maria

  6. Angie Vik says:

    Thanks for visiting my blog. It’s always fun to meet new friends. I spent the 4th at home too for the same reason. Our 5-year-old golden retriever does not handle fireworks well. Last year I thought he might have a nervous breakdown. I googled dogs being afraid of fireworks and found that he wasn’t the only one. It’s actually quite common. This year my husband gave our dog Benadryl which mellowed him out. He was still agitated and restless but not neurotic like before. When I put on loud music he finally calmed down. iIlove how you tied your story back to our relationship with God.

    • Hi Angie! Wow…never thought about Benadryl, but that is definitely a good idea as well as the music to drown out the noise. Brilliant! I have seen what they call Thunder Shirts online and we have thought about ordering one for her. Maybe the combo of the three will work very well. Hopefully we’re dont with all the loud noises until New Years! πŸ™‚ Thanks so much for the kind words and the visit!

  7. What a great way to link lessons from the Word to every day life. Thanks for sharing this and linking up to Thrive @ Home Thursday!

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