This next story, while quite believable and probably based on actual events, has had all church names, people's names and town names removed to protect the 'innocent'. It's one of the funniest stories I have ever heard .. hope you enjoy it!
It seems that Abigail was supposed to provide a cake for her church's bake sale, but forgot all about it until the last minute. She remembered it the morning of the sale, and found an angel food cake mix in her pantry that she quickly made up and put in the oven to bake while she was washing and drying her hair, dressing and helping her son pack up for Scout camp.
When she took the cake from the oven, she discovered that the center had dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed. There wasn't time to bake another cake, and she had so wanted to fit in with her new church community. She had promised she would bring a cake. What was she going to do?
She looked around the house to find something that might be used as a "filler" for the cake's collapsed center. She settled on a roll of toilet paper that - after the icing had been applied - made the cake presentable. Very presentable, in fact!
Before taking the cake over to the church on her way to work, however, she woke up her daughter to tell her what had happened. "Doris," she said, "you must get over to the church the minute the bake sale opens, buy this cake and bring it home. That way, no one will ever know the difference."
A few hours later, Doris called her mother at work to tell her that - even tho she had arrived at the bake sale right when it opened, someone had been in before her and bought the cake.
Oh, dear! Now what to do? There was nothing for it but to just wait until the worst happened. Abigail would be the laughing stock. She was so ashamed!
After a sleepless night tossing and turning, she decided to go ahead and attend a bridal shower/luncheon the next day that she had already RSVPed to rather than just hide away. She really didn't want to go, because the hostess had always kind of thumbed her nose at her .. "Not of the founding families, a single parent," etc. .. but went anyway.
The meal was elegant and the company was definitely "old South upper crust". To her horror, however, the cake in question was presented for dessert. Abigail felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake and was rising from her feet to tell the hostess about it when the mayor's wife exclaimed, "What a beautiful cake!"
She sat back down when the hostess beamed and said, "Thank you! I made it myself."
"God is good," she thought. "Thank you, Lord."
This story courtesy of our friend Jennie. Thank you, Jennie!