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Good intentions are only as good as the intender (standard:Inspirational stories, 960 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: May 16 2010Views/Reads: 3040/1117Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If awards were given to people who have the best of intentions, I would be working on my acceptance speech right now. However, I know that intentions are only as good as the one who crafts the intention.
 



Good intentions are only as good as the intender by Rev. James L. Snyder


If awards were given to people who have the best of intentions, I would
be working on my acceptance speech right now. However, I know that 
intentions are only as good as the one who crafts the intention. 

Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage needed to go and visit
her parents. This necessitated her being away for five days. In her 
absence, I was in charge. As they say, I was the chief cook and bottle 
washer. Unfortunately, I did not know the proper way of cooking a chief 
or if it was legal, and there were no bottles around for me to wash. In 
her absence, I would have to do a lot of improvising but I did not 
think I needed to bother her with such trivial information while she 
was packing. 

Finally, she was off and I, as they say, was on. 

The first thing I did was evaluate my situation and formulate a game
plan. After all, I was in charge. I wanted to make sure I got the most 
out of every hour. I hate waste, and I hate wasting time. I fully 
intended to use the time at my disposal for my greatest pleasure. 

After several moments of this, I was exhausted, got a soda from the
refrigerator, went to the back porch and reclined on my lounge chair. I 
would unwind and think through the things I wanted to do in her 
absence. 

I was finding out that this being in charge is rather hard work.
Therefore, a nap was in order. I smiled as I leaned back and allowed my 
body to relax. It felt wonderful. A nap before lunchtime was something 
unheard of when You Know Who was in charge. Now that I am in charge, a 
nap is whenever I want to take it. This being in charge has real 
advantage. 

I made it through the first day. Looking back, I am not quite sure how I
did it. 

Late in the afternoon, I had come up with an excellent plan for my
evening arrangements. I plan to party the evening away until the wee 
hours of the morning. No curfew tonight. I would let down my hair, what 
hair I had, and throw caution to the wind. Look out wind. Tonight would 
be the beginning of my free-for-all. The refrigerator was well stocked 
with goodies, and I had a plan. I love it when a plan comes together. 

My intentions were to stay up until the wee hours of the morning. Along
about 11 o'clock my eyes became so heavy I could hardly keep them open. 
I grabbed a soda and another apple fritter and went to bed. I would do 
something not permitted under normal circumstances; I would have a 
snack in bed while watching television. 

I do not know what happened. Maybe it was all the apple fritters I had,
but the next thing I knew the sun was coming through the window and it 
was morning. Whatever happened to my all night party? 

There on my nightstand was a half-empty can of soda and a partially
eaten apple fritter. I then smelled something I have never smelled 
before. I sniffed, but I could not identify the strange odor. I sniffed 
again, but no better luck. No matter how much I sniffed, it was always 
the same. 

Every morning when I get up I smell freshly brewed coffee floating in
from the kitchen area. Now, for some strange reason, I smelled no such 
smell. The morning air was bankrupt of any delicious aroma that I could 
identify. 

I walked into the kitchen and there was the coffee pot where it was
supposed to be, but to my chagrin, no coffee was brewing. I cannot 
understand that because every morning I wake up to the smell of fresh 
brewed coffee. There is no better way to get up in the morning than 
that. The best way to start every morning is with a nice hot cup of 
coffee. 

For as long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed the morning
fragrance of freshly brewed coffee. Why should today be any different? 


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