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I don’t believe in any of the superstitious nonsense that seems to be going around these days. Some people have a fear of numbers like 13 and 666. What in the world does a number have to do with anything?
When I am around people who are superstitious like that, I’m afraid I lean toward the naughty side and harass them a little bit. It’s not my fault they’re afraid of some number. But I believe I do have a responsibility to myself to take advantage of situations like that.
Not being superstitious, there are times I am slightly confused about life. Something happens that I don’t feel I’m in charge of. I won’t go to the superstitious side of the road because I don’t bel ieve in that. But sometimes, things happen that I really can’t explain.
For example, the other morning, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage entered the living room, where I was sitting on my easy chair drinking coffee. With a huge smile, she said, “I got you an Apple Fritter for this morning.” And she gave it to me, smiled at me, and then walked away.
Now, I’m supposed to accept this as normal? Absolutely not. There is no reason why she would bring me an Apple Fritter without something attached to it. For the life of me, I could not figure out what was behind this Apple Fritter. There had to be something because The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage never does anything without some reasoning behind it.
Not knowing what to do, I took a little bite of the Apple Fritter, which brought me to a wonderful place of enjoyment. I drank my coffee and ate my Apple Fritter, and my life seemed to be very spectacular at that time.
When I finished the Apple Fritter, I returned to normality and tried to figure out what was behind all of this. There had to be something behind it, and I could not figure it out.
At my stage in life, I wouldn’t ask any questions because I never got the answer I wanted. I just decided to accept it and move on with the day.
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage went about the day as though nothing strange had happened. I decided to go along with her on that. After all, I don’t know what is behind this.
The following day, I got up and got my coffee, went out to my easy chair in the living room, and started to sip it very carefully. Every morning starts great with a cup of coffee.
As I was getting situated, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage walked in, and I saw in her hand another Apple Fritter. “Here, my dear, is an Apple Fritter. I think you’ll enjoy this today.”
I possibly could process yesterday’s Apple Fritter, but two days in a row was beyond my processing ability. Something is going on, and I have no idea what it is. Being that as it is, I enjoyed that Apple Fritter to the last delicious crumb.
Again, nothing was said to indicate what was behind this Apple Fritter. I was getting a little itchy, and I wanted to find out what was going on. But I didn’t want to sabotage my situation at this time... After all, an Apple Fritter is worth the pain.
The day went normal, and she never mentioned the Apple Fritter.
By the time we came to go to bed, nothing was said concerning that. It was just a coincidence, and I could not explain it satisfactorily.
Again, I got up the following day, went and got my coffee, and sat in my easy chair. In a few moments, in walks The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, and in her hand is another Apple Fritter. Obviously, I did not get up this morning and was still in bed, sleeping and dreaming. This does not happen in real life. I was afraid to do anything for fear of waking up out of this dreamland.
“Here’s an Apple Fritter for you this morning. I think you’ll enjoy it today.” She smi led at me, turned around, and returned to the kitchen.
I held that Apple Fritter in my hand for a few moments, basking in its deliciousness, and then began to eat it slowly and enjoyably.
Three Apple Fritters in a row has to be some record. It’s not that I can’t handle an Apple Fritter because I can. It’s the fact that someone is bringing these Apple Fritters to me who does not like Apple Fritters. Something is happening behind the scenes, and I’m anxious to find out.
The next day, the same thing happened. To have four Apple Fritters in a row is okay with me, but now I’m getting to be suspicious. What in the world am I missing here?
Not wanting to sabotage my good luck the last four days, I kept silent and enjoyed the Apple Fritter. Whatever is behind this, I may never know, but I will enjoy it for whatever it is worth.
I’m expecting the day when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will say, “Remember those Apple Fritters I gave you?”
I couldn’t help thinking of a Bible verse, “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not” (Galatians 6: 9).
Sometimes, the best thing to do is NOTHING and let God have it.
