This past week was one of those days. As she was backing out of the driveway, I watched her and smiled as I waved goodbye. As she was going, something was bothering me, and I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

I closed the door, walked over to my easy chair and sat down for a few moments to finish drinking my coffee. I was trying to figure out what was bothering me, but nothing came to mind at the time. Finally, I just shrugged it off and got back to my day at hand.

I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. As I got into the store, I walked past the bakery section. I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing, I was just focused on getting what I came to the store to get. Walking past the bakery store, it suddenly came to mind what was bothering me. What it was, was a cookie.

The last time I had a cookie is beyond my memory because cookies are The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage’s no-no for our house. She is obsessed by sugar and works very hard to remove it from our culinary experience. According to her, sugar is not allowed in our home. Since I have to live here I had to comply with her desires.

As I walked by the bakery section, I happened to notice it right in front of me. There were at least a dozen cookies wrapped up in front of me. I couldn’t help but go over and look at them, and the more I looked at them, the more appealing they seemed to be..

I didn’t know which one to take, but all of a sudden there it was, a chocolate chip cookie. Who in the world doesn’t like chocolate chip cookies? In that cookie box were six wonderful chocolate chip cookies.

I picked it up, and then got what I came for, went to the checkout and got ready to go home.

Driving home, the aroma of those chocolate chip cookies made the drive so enjoyable.

I wasn’t sure what I would do with all six of those chocolate chip cookies, but I needed to work out a plan so The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage wouldn’t catch me with them. That would be a disaster for me.

When I got home, I went to my office and opened the bottom drawer of my desk, where I put them. Of course, I had to take one out before I closed the drawer.

As I munched on that chocolate chip cookie, my head was filled with the amazing aroma that just wouldn’t go away.

Before The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage got home, I had delighted myself with three of those chocolate chip cookies. It’s been a long time since I had cookies like that.

I got to work on my latest project and was still working on it when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage got home and walked in the front door.

As she walked in, I heard her mumbling, “What is that smell?”

She came into my office, looked at me, and said, “What is that smell throughout the house? You didn’t buy any cookies today while I was away, did you?”

I sat there somewhat stunned. How in the world did she know about those cookies? I was very careful in hiding them in my desk. How would she know that there were any such things in the house?

I looked at her and shook my head and said, “I don’t smell anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“There is a smell in this house that wasn’t here when I left this morning.” She just looked at me and was waiting for me to make a confession.

I tried to hide my secret as long as I could. I wasn’t going to rat out on myself because I knew some of the consequences.

She then walked over to my desk and began sniffing.. “That smell is here in your desk. What are you hiding in your desk?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, “I’ve been working here at my desk all day and I haven’t smell the thing.”

I knew that in the bottom drawer of my desk were my last two cookies. I did not want her to know about it because my plans were to enjoy both of those cookies.

Looking at me, she said with one of her smiles, “You do know I will find out what you’re hiding.”

With that, she walked out of my office leaving me thinking on this. As I was thinking, I remembered a verse in the Bible. “For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known,” (Luke 12:2).

My thoughts got me evaluating my situation. One thing that came to my mind was, if I can’t hide anything from the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, how do I think I can hide anything from God?