Burned Biscuits - "author unknown"
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner
every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had
made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long
ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned
biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone
noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom
and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him
that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on
that biscuit and eat every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my
Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget
what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked
him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms
and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real
tired. And besides - a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not
the best at hardly anything, and I sometimes forget birthdays and
anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the
years is that learning to accept each other's fault - and choosing to
celebrate each other's differences - is one of the most important keys
to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take
the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the
feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to
give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding
is the basis of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child
or friendship!
So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do
just fine. And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your
life.
Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting
some kind of battle.
