Once upon a time there was a young royal scribe, a joint heir with the King of Kings. This scribe decided that it would be great to have a book signing in the kingdomís public library. She worked to reach her readers. She called for the royal announcer to blow his horn publicly so readers far and wide would hear the news. She sent out invitational announcement to nurses through out the royal kingdom.
For many days she prepared for the 4 hour event.
The day arrived and she and her husband traveled to the near kingdom city. When they arrived at the royal library the royal librarian was not very receptive, but cordial. No posters could be put up to announce the event. It must have been a kingís decree across the land. The couple went to the room at the top of the stairs, set up the books and free giveaways, but alas, no one came.
The husband felt sorry for the scribe so he picked her a royal bouquet from the library garden. The guards were unaware.
The scribe picked a book off the shelf and began to read; the husband went outside on the beautiful day and cleaned the carriage. Waiting, and waiting, finally her two greatest fans arrived. Her parents also traveled far for the event.
Together they waited until their royal bellies started to growl. They loaded up and went to the local International House of Pancakes and had ummy pancakes and a very nice visit.
The parents and the husband were afraid that the scribe would be disappointed. But, lo and behold, she wasnít. She thought it funny that she gave a party and no one came. As she ate her pancakes it occurred to her that this must be a royal rite of passage for scribes. She counted it all joy.
After the couple had gotten back to their humble abode in the forest the messenger rang. Her Daddy had stopped at the royal Wal-Mart where their cousin is the manager. Her parents were in need of a new coffee brewing pot and were able to visit with the cousin who was working. The cousin was happy to find out that his cousin was a scribe and had indeed written a book. Her Daddy was happy to give him a card for the scribe.
The cousin sent message to the scribe and ordered a book for his sister who is studying to be a nurse. The scribe told him that she would bring it to him on Monday after the Sabbath on Sunday.
The scribe had an idea. What if she can get her royal cousin to stock the book in his royal Wal-Mart?
So she sat down and wrote a message to her royal writing group asking them to pray to the King of Kings that this might come to pass if it be His Will.
The moral of the story is: Count it all joy.
(Well ainít that the silliest thing you have ever read?)