Why I Am Suspicious of All Yard Sales (standard:humor, 912 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 09 2017	Views/Reads: 1597/1156	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One of the passions that I really do not have is going to yard sales. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is another story.

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It was then that I firmly closed the lid on my knife collection and
slowly walked away. 

As the church yard sale got closer, I got more nervous. I do not mind
donating to good causes, but I am not going to donate something that I 
am tricked into donating. 

The week before the yard sale, my wife was walking around the house
graciously looking in my office and smiling at me. Each day I got more 
nervous. Each day she smiled at me a smile that began to worry me to 
the very core of my being. 

What was she smiling about? What was she doing or taking from my office
that I did not know about? 

All week long leading up to the yard sale I was very nervous. I was so
nervous and concerned about the situation that I did the only thing I 
possibly could do at the time. I volunteered to help at the church yard 
sale. 

That way, I could see if any of my things were at the church yard sale. 

That night after the yard sale, we were sitting in the living room just
resting. My wife said, “Thanks so much for helping in the yard sale 
today.” 

It was then I realized what had happened. She was playing me every day
of the week. She was not going to take any of my stuff, but she wanted 
me to think it so I would volunteer to help at the yard sale. 

She wins this one, for certain. 

Jesus said it best when he said, “But when thou doest alms, let not thy
left hand know what thy right hand doeth,” (Matthew 6:3). 

True giving is between you and the Lord.


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