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The Perfect Cake

For all of the ladies who bake for church events:
 
Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church Ladies’ Group in Tuscaloosa, but forgot to do it until the last minute. She remembered it the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging through cabinets, found an angel food cake mix & quickly made it while drying her hair, dressing, and helping her son pack   up for Scout camp.

When she took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured and she exclaimed, “Oh dear, there is not time to bake another cake!”  This cake was important to Alice because she did so want to fit in at her new church, and in her new community of friends. So, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to build up the center of  the cake. She found it in the bathroom – a roll of toilet paper. She plunked it in and then covered it with icing.  Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect.  And, before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head for work,  Alice woke her daughter and gave her some money and specific  instructions to be at the bake sale the moment  it opened at 9:30 and to  buy the cake and bring it home.  When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found the attractive, perfect cake had already been sold. Amanda grabbed her cell phone & called her  mom. Alice was horrified-she was beside   herself! Everyone would know!  What would they think?  She would be ostracized, talked about, ridiculed! All night, Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing fingers at   her and talking about her behind her back.

The next day, Alice promised herself she would try not to think about the cake and would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a fellow church member and try to have a good time. She did not really want to attend because the hostess was a snob who more than once had looked down her nose at the fact that Alice was a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa, but having already  RSVP’d, she couldn’t think of a believable excuse to stay home.
  
The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust old south and to Alice’s horror, the cake in question was presented for dessert! Alice feltthe blood drain from her body when she saw the cake!  She started out of her chair to tell the hostess all about it, but before she could get to her feet, the Mayor’s wife said, “what a beautiful cake!”
 
Alice, still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess (who was a prominent church member) say, “Thank you, I baked it myself.” 
 
Alice smiled and thought to herself, “God is good.”

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