What It Was, Was A Cookie (standard:humor, 899 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 12 2025	Views/Reads: 2/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My thoughts got me evaluating my situation. One thing that came to my mind was, if I can’t hide anything from the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, how do I think I can hide anything from God?

At least once a month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her
daughter will spend a day visiting thrift stores in our community. I'm 
not sure, so don't quote me, but I think there's a 100-mile radius 
where they do their shopping. 

This past week was one of those days. As she was backing out of the
driveway, I watched her and smiled as I waved goodbye. As she was 
going, something was bothering me, and I just couldn't figure out what 
it was. 

I closed the door, walked over to my easy chair and sat down for a few
moments to finish drinking my coffee. I was trying to figure out what 
was bothering me, but nothing came to mind at the time. Finally, I just 
shrugged it off and got back to my day at hand. 

I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. As I got into the store, I walked 
past the bakery section. I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, I 
was just focused on getting what I came to the store to get. Walking 
past the bakery store, it suddenly came to mind what was bothering me. 
What it was, was a cookie. 

The last time I had a cookie is beyond my memory because cookies are The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage's no-no for our house. She is 
obsessed by sugar and works very hard to remove it from our culinary 
experience. According to her, sugar is not allowed in our home. Since I 
have to live here I had to comply with her desires. 

As I walked by the bakery section, I happened to notice it right in
front of me. There were at least a dozen cookies wrapped up in front of 
me. I couldn't help but go over and look at them, and the more I looked 
at them, the more appealing they seemed to be. 

I didn't know which one to take, but all of a sudden there it was, a
chocolate chip cookie. Who in the world doesn't like chocolate chip 
cookies? In that cookie box were six wonderful chocolate chip cookies. 

I picked it up, and then got what I came for, went to the checkout and
got ready to go home. 

Driving home, the aroma of those chocolate chip cookies made the drive
so enjoyable. 

I wasn't sure what I would do with all six of those chocolate chip
cookies, but I needed to work out a plan so The Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage wouldn't catch me with them. That would be a disaster for 
me. 

When I got home, I went to my office and opened the bottom drawer of my
desk, where I put them. Of course, I had to take one out before I 
closed the drawer. 

As I munched on that chocolate chip cookie, my head was filled with the
amazing aroma that just wouldn't go away. 

Before The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage got home, I had delighted
myself with three of those chocolate chip cookies. It's been a long 
time since I had cookies like that. 

I got to work on my latest project and was still working on it when The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage got home and walked in the front 
door. 

As she walked in, I heard her mumbling, “What is that smell?” 

She came into my office, looked at me, and said, “What is that smell
throughout the house? You didn't buy any cookies today while I was 
away, did you?” 

I sat there somewhat stunned. How in the world did she know about those
cookies? I was very careful in hiding them in my desk. How would she 
know that there were any such things in the house? 

I looked at her and shook my head and said, “I don't smell anything. I
don't know what you're talking about.” 


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