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See Cookie Will Sneak (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Oct 30 2022Views/Reads: 319/182Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Everybody faces temptation in some form. The real issue has to do with yielding to that temptation. It’s the weakness of my flesh.

For more years than I care to remember, I have been on a diligent
pursuit, and I won't stop until I reach my goal. 

My quest is to find a cookie I don't like. Throughout the years, I have
eaten every cookie I could find and loved them all. 

My biggest obstacle in this pursuit is The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage. She has the crazy idea that I should limit my cookie 
consumption. I told her I will whenever I find a cookie that I don't 
like. So far, that hasn't happened. 

My favorite time of the year is when the Girl Scouts are selling
cookies. I love those little angels. I tell The Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage that I'm just supporting these lovely young girls, and 
that's all. 

I don't think she believes me, but I will try what I can get away with. 

Recently, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has been on a baking
spree. She was baking cookies for various people, of which I have no 
idea. My focus is not on the people she's baking for, but on the 
cookies she's baking. 

As a faithful husband, I encourage her along these lines and
congratulate her on a job well done. 

One rule she has laid down is I'm not allowed to have any cookie she
does not give me personally. That is a very hard rule to keep with all 
of the cookies in the kitchen. I try my hardest, but my hardest is not 

One of my favorite hymns has a line that says, “Yield not to temptation,
for yielding is sin.” 

Last Tuesday my wife planned spending the day with one of our daughters.
I was supportive of her activity and encouraged her to spend as much 
time as possible with her daughter. 

She looked at me suspiciously and said, “While I am away, I do not want
you to eat any cookies in the kitchen.” Then she went to the kitchen, 
pulled out one cookie, handed it to me, and said, “This is the only 
cookie you are allowed for today.” 

Of course, I took the cookie, smiled as she left, and told her to have a
great day. 

Unfortunately, I did not know what kind of day I was facing and hummed
the “Yield not to temptation” hymn all morning long. 

For the first couple of hours, everything went well. I was working in my
office, and things were just okay. 

Then in the middle of the morning, I decided to take a break and get a
cup of coffee. I never have too much coffee on any day. I had forgotten 
the cookies that were stacked up in the kitchen. 

As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of all those freshly baked cookies
slapped me in the face liked I've never been slapped before. Up to this 
point, I was able to “Yield not to temptation.” But I am afraid that 
the “Yield not” had just expired. 

As I was fixing my coffee, I thought it would not harm me to look at and
admire those freshly baked cookies. After all, The Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage does a wonderful job in baking cookies. I just wanted to 
admire them and appreciate all the excellent work behind every one of 
those cookies. 

I thought I could handle the situation, but boy was I wrong. I've been
wrong on a lot of things; I was wrong on this thing. 

With a cup of coffee in my hand, I began thinking that one cookie just
wouldn't hurt me. I don't think my wife would find out that I had one 
cookie because there were so many cookies in that kitchen. 

I took one cookie very craftily and then walked back to my office, where

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