Making Doilies

Making Doilies

There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years.
They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept
no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box
in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open
or ask her about.


For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the
little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover In
trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box
and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he
should know what was in the box.


When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money
totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be
married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage
was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should
just keep quiet and crochet a doily."


The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back tears. Only two
precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with
happiness.


"Honey," he said, "that explains the doilies, but what about all of this
money? Where did it come from?"

"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the doilies.


A Prayer . . . . . . .


Dear Lord,
I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him;
And Patience for his moods;
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I'll beat him to death.
Amen