Temptation entered the house innocently enough. It came in the form of a dozen glazed doughnuts, bought from our cute Cub Scout neighbor to help him raise funds for his upcoming camping trip.
I can’t remember the last time I allowed a dozen glazed doughnuts to darken our doorway. Yet here they came, making their home on the kitchen counter, catching my eye every so often, beckoning me to open their green-dotted lid.
I was strong…………for awhile. “Let the kids have them for a special after-school snack,” I reasoned. That was the plan. It worked – except for one small detail. I had to encounter the doughnuts while dispensing them to the girls.
“They’re really only good when they’re fresh,” was my defense. “Eat just one now and your craving will be satisfied.” Visions of a brightly lit “Hot Donuts Now” sign flashed before me. I began to weaken.
It was that first soft bite of yeasty dough and creamy glaze that pulled me in. Healthy intentions were thrown to the wind, and I succumbed, devouring the entire doughnut. The deed was done.
Confession is good for the soul. Confession of the act, that is, not how many doughnuts I actually ate.