The Ugly Pie

She said it was the 'Ugly Pie.' She said some day she would learn to make pretty pies. This was funny because she has been making pies for years! And I ate one every chance I got! She used fresh peaches when she could and I love fresh peach pie. I told her I didn't care how the pie looked. After all, beauty is only crust deep. But delicious is all the way to the pan!

We finished serving the meal after the funeral, and there were some deserts left over that day. I hadn't eaten any dessert because I ate two large servings of chicken casserole. (Two ladies made the same recipe, so I had to see which one was the best! Both were good!) She noticed that I hadn't eaten any of her ugly pie, and since there was some left she put it back in the pie pan, wrapped it in foil and sent it home with me.

I sat in my office that afternoon with that pie just an arm's length away.

It was an ugly pie.

But it smelled so good.

I was so full.

But it smelled so good.

I don't have a fork.

But I've hidden one in my desk drawer for just such an emergency!

I'm so, so very weak!

It was ugly, but it was good! Peach. Wonderful, juicy, sweet peach. Flaky crust! No matter how ugly, no matter that the crust had been crumbled and mangled when it was cut. No matter what, it was wonderful.

I think that is how God sees us. No matter how ugly, no matter how mangled, no matter what we've been through, he thinks we are great!

Think about it!