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?

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“There is a smell in this house that wasn't here when I left this
morning.” She just looked at me and was waiting for me to make a 
confession. 

I tried to hide my secret as long as I could. I wasn't going to rat out
on myself because I knew some of the consequences. 

She then walked over to my desk and began sniffing. “That smell is here
in your desk. What are you hiding in your desk?” 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, “I've been working
here at my desk all day and I haven't smell the thing.” 

I knew that in the bottom drawer of my desk were my last two cookies. I
did not want her to know about it because my plans were to enjoy both 
of those cookies. 

Looking at me, she said with one of her smiles, “You do know I will find
out what you're hiding.” 

With that, she walked out of my office leaving me thinking on this. As I
was thinking, I remembered a verse in the Bible. “For there is nothing 
covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be 
known,” (Luke 12:2). . 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?


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