Introducing Grace

Introducing Grace
Grace
Abigail Grace was a very good girl.
She loved her Mama.
She loved her Daddy.
She adored her Grandpas.
She adored her Grandmas.
Little Abigail Grace knew how to make things just a little livelier- if you know what I mean.
But sometimes Abigail got into mischief that wasn’t so much fun…
            One hot Monday morning Abigail was digging- digging a hole- searching for treasure she was sure she would find.
            “What are you doing ?” asked little- Davie- peaking over the fence.
            “Working hard little-Davie-“ Abigal replied. “There isn’t much time- the pirates are coming and we have to dig fast.”
            Now Davie could tell from the glint in her eye, that a game of pretend was on Abigail’s mind.
            “ Can I help- Can I help?” asked Davie joining the fun.           
            “Grab a shovel-“ was the reply. And the two set to work as quick as could be. They worked for a while laughing out loud- but the fun would soon end when Mother found out.
You see- what they didn’t know, what they couldn’t see, and really had no idea about…
Was that their little mound of dirt was destroying Mother’s daffodils and that caused her to shout!
“Abigail, Abigail, Abigail Grace! What are you doing? What in the world? My heavens! My child- What can this be? You’re destroying my flowers! And digging a hole?!” Mother was quite perplexed as any mother would be. Abigail looked up from her digging in time to see.
“I didn’t mean to Mamma- we were just digging so fast! The pirates were coming and I see at last that my digging caused trouble and-and-and-“ Abigail tried to wipe tears from her face.
“I’m sorry”
Mother knelt down and took Abigail to her lap.
“Abigail, Abigail, Abigail Grace…”
Mother looked at the mess and then at Abigail, she sighed a big sigh, the kind that mothers often do…
“Abigail, I forgive you.”
Abigail smile and gave her Mother a squeeze.
“But your flowers are ruined- your favorites no less!”
“Gardens with flowers will bloom soon again and I know what it’s like to get carried away with good friends- I think though- that I have an idea. Fill this hole up and make the bed nice and flat- and perhaps a new treasure can be hidden- what do you think of that?”
The treasure is safe- buried a little underground and this time there’ll be no digging to find. Flowers will bloom, all on their own and Abigail has learned mistakes can be made anytime, anyplace and that it is best to be sorry and receive lots of grace.
Abigail Grace is a very good girl…
The end. 
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