Story telling Sunday, what's that all about I hear you say, well those who haven't taken part anyway. It's a blog hop in which we all tell a story, it starts in Sian's blog
Here is my story, its about a young girl's birthday gift
Her name was Mary and her mum and dad had promised her a party for her eighth birthday, the first party she had every had, She was born during the second world war and her daddy had been away in the army and there was so much rationing of food it wasn't possible to have all the lovely things that a party should have, when she was younger.
Well this party was going to be so special, her mummy had made some cakes and jelly and blancmange and few sandwiches and of course a special birthday cake with candles on.
Mary helped here mummy lay the table in the back room, with all the lovely things to eat and lemonade to drink.
Daddy meanwhile was in the front room doing something that Mary was not allowed to see until the party started. Daddy was very good at organising games and doing card tricks and Mary wonder what he was going to do for her party.
At three o'clock her friends and cousins arrived, they brought Mary several nice presents which she opened immediately and thanked everyone for them.
Mummy said we will have tea first then you can go into the other room and Daddy will play some games with you.
Everyone enjoyed the tea, especially the cake with the candles on, which Mary had blown out with one breath.
Then it was time to go into the front room; What a lovely surprise, Daddy had decorated the room with paper chains just as if it was Christmas, and, there where the Christmas tree usually stood was a big wooden box with crepe paper round it and lots of wood shavings inside. Daddy had written Lucky Dip on the outside.
After the children had played games and daddy had done lots of card tricks, he told the children to line up. Mary got in the line first, Daddy said to her "let your friends go first, go to the back of the line, there are presents for everyone". Mary moved, but she didn't want to be last, so she let two or three children go then got in the line again. Everyone had a little gift, even Mary, but one of her cousins had a lovely broach.
That broach should have been Mary's, Daddy had planned it that way, the last present in the box was really for Mary, but she had not done what her father had asked her to do, this is let her friends and cousins go before her, and be last in the queue.
Our Father God has good gifts for us but we sometimes miss out because we do not listen to him or do what he asks of us.
I know that Mary learn from that lesson because, you see, I was that young girl, and I have never forgotten the lovely broach that should have been mine. I also remember what my Daddy said to me later. "Next time listen to me".