Where Is The Gracious Mistress Of The Parsonage? (standard:humor, 897 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 08 2023	Views/Reads: 785/540	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Children are truly a blessing from God. But grandchildren and great-grandchildren are beyond blessing. It is God’s reward He gives to those faithful parents.

Our family's Christmas this year was the best one yet. But, of course,
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage says that every year. I 
completely agree with her this year. 

Our great-granddaughter served as the focal point of our Christmas this
year. She assumed that position because she was born two weeks before 
Christmas. What a gift. This is our second great-grandchild.  The first 
one is in Ohio, and we don't get to see him very often. But this new 
great-granddaughter is only seven minutes from our house. I was to 
realize what a difference that would be. 

My granddaughter's mother and grandmother are now there to support this
precious little great-granddaughter. 

The time our granddaughter's mother can spend with her granddaughter is
limited because of her work schedule. 

The great-grandmother, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, is free
to visit the great-granddaughter whenever she pleases. Her “free” does 
have a cost, and I would soon find out that cost. 

Every time we visit, I have to pull the great-grandmother away. I'm not
entirely sure how this great-granddaughter will affect her when she's a 
few months old and then a few years old because she's only a few weeks 
old now. So I need to get ready for that. 

The previous week was an interesting one. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came to my office on Monday
morning as I was working and said, "I'm going to visit my 
great-granddaughter, and I prepared lunch in the refrigerator for you 
in case I don't get back in time." 

She sped off and drove to the great-granddaughter's house without
waiting for any response from me. 

It was a relatively quiet morning. I stopped to check the time and
realized it was time to eat. When I entered the kitchen, it was 
completely dark and quiet. I then recalled her mentioning going to the 
great-granddaughter's house. 

My lunch was in the refrigerator, just as she had predicted. So I took
the lunch plate out of the fridge and sat in my chair to eat my meal. I 
then returned to the kitchen with my empty plate and entered my office 
to continue working on my day's project. 

Because I had not heard any sounds coming from the other rooms of the
house. I decided to check on the infamous great-grandmother. She wasn't 
anywhere in sight. 

I hoped she didn't have an accident because I didn't know where she
could be. That started to worry me. She's never been known to leave the 
house for an extended period without sending me a text or making a 
phone call. Did she have a problem of some sort? 

I was ready to text her on my cell phone when I heard her pull into the
driveway. Then, as she entered the door, she said, "I forgot what time 
it was. I was having so much fun...." Then she began story after story 
of time with her great-granddaughter that day. When I woke up the 
following morning, her side of the bed was vacant. I assumed she awoke 
early to prepare breakfast. There was no one in the kitchen when I went 
there. 

Looking around, I noticed a note on the refrigerator, "My
great-granddaughter needed me this morning, so I dropped everything to 
go and help her. Make your own breakfast." 

Making a meal was simple because I'm not much of a breakfast hound dog.
So the coffee was the main component of my breakfast, and there was 
plenty of it. 

When I stopped midway through the morning while working in my office, I
heard no noise coming from the other parts of the house. Unless there 
was an emergency involving the great-granddaughter, I assumed my wife 
should have returned home by this point. I started to worry about the 


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