Sow a Thought Reap a Pie (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 29 2023	Views/Reads: 581/369	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It is important for me to allow God to search me and know my thoughts and if there is any thing that offends God, I need to deal with regularly.

One thing that has been burning in my life has been thoughts. Not that I
don't have thoughts, but I'm not quite sure how to use them when I have 
them. Looking back over my life, it has been my thoughts that got me 
into trouble. I just never learn. 

I was finishing up a little project in my office, and I couldn't help
but think about The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage's wonderful 
coconut cream pie. She makes a lot of pies, but this one has to be her 
best. It's been a long time since she baked a coconut cream pie. 

Being a husband as long as I have been, over 50 years, I know it doesn't
do any good for me to tell my wife what to do, particularly in the 
kitchen. My access to the kitchen has to be supervised by her. 

How can I get her to bake her infamous and delicious coconut cream pie? 

This thought took a whole bunch of other thoughts to come up with a good
idea. I don't always come up with a good idea, but I thought I had done 
it this time. I needed to plant a thought in her mind concerning this 
coconut cream pie. 

How I was going to do this demanded some more thought, then I came up
with an idea. 

We get spam callers about medicare benefits and my expiring auto
warranty, so I come up with a little idea. The next time someone like 
this calls me, I will use it to plant a thought into my wife's head. 

It didn't take long, and one of those spam calls came. 

Somewhere in the conversation, they asked me a question, and I noticed
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was in the next room within 
hearing distance. 

I inserted into the conversation, "And my wife bakes the most delicious
coconut cream pie I have ever eaten." I mentioned it several times in 
the conversation, hoping I had planted some thought in someone's mind. 

The expiring car warranty call came, and I used that as an opportunity
to say, "You should taste the amazing coconut cream pie that my wife 
bakes. You would love it." 

I even used it when some friends called me. I would say, "Do you
remember my wife's delicious coconut cream pie?" 

This routine went on for a couple of weeks, and I hadn't noticed any
difference with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. I was beginning 
to feel that maybe my "sowing a thought" wasn't working. That thought 
in and of itself caused a little bit of despair on my side. 

Giving this quite a bit of thought, I just couldn't come up with another
scheme to entice her to bake coconut cream pie without knowing it was 
me. 

I kept it up for several weeks, hoping that one little thought might
take root. It was worth the trouble if I got one of her coconut cream 
pies at the end. 

One day this past week, I had several appointments across town that
would take up most of the day. So, I would be out of the house all that 
time, unable to sow any more thoughts. 

It was a long and boring day, but finally, it was over, and I headed
home. I pulled into the driveway, got out, and entered the house. As I 
entered, there was this familiar aroma that I really couldn't place at 
the time. It smelled delicious, but I didn't quite understand what it 
was. 

My wife was in the kitchen, so I went into my office and sat at my desk
to finish my day's task. 

It wasn't long before The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came to the
doorway into my office with something in her hand. Then she said, "Look 
what I baked this morning. It's a coconut cream pie. For some reason, I 
kept thinking about my coconut cream pie I made a couple of years ago. 


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