Have you ever told a white lie?

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 and quickly made it while
drying her hair, dressing, and helping her son pack up for Scout camp.

When Alice took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat
and the cake was horribly disfigured. she said, "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.

Alice 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.

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 and
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. Alice did not
really want to attend because the hostess was a snob who more than
once had looked down her nose the fact 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 felt the 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."