Three Mince Pies!

Three mince pies

There are three mince pies in the kitchen, there used to be four. The  four were out there to start with but there isn’t any more.

There were four mince pies to start with where did that one go. I know it isn’t in my tum if it were I would know. Three mince  pies are out there so tempting  I would love to have one but I can’t  and that’s not fair.

My husband looks very smug , well he does to me. I wonder if the fact he licked his lips could explain why there are only three.

Where did they come from I hear you say, he found them in the freezer the other day. He took them out to use them before they passed their best. It does not take too much imagination to guess the rest.

There are three mince pies in the kitchen I think I shall go and check , …….. Hey now look there is only one, two gone well blooming heck!!! I have not had one and that is the way it will stay. I have resisted so far, my husbands looking very smug . I have no more to say.

 

One mince pie.

 

The Meeting

Just a chat

It had been a long day as I walked home I was tired. so I stopped for a rest along the way. I was lonely and fed up too yes I know I have a family and a husband true. That doesn’t always make things right you know, to the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before, now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!  I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared. “May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had such kind eyes and gentle smile he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why. He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad. It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours , he listened to me and he did not chide or tease. There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes. He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes. He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive he was so kind and not in a rush it seemed he had made me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by I felt a peace return to me, he made me feel myself again he made me want to try. The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually I noticed the time I said I really aught to go he said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine. I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before he made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door. I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea but he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said and the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head. I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget the feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

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