Burnt Biscuits

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.

The Old Cowboy

One Sunday morning, an old cowboy entered a church just before services were to begin. Although the old man and his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were worn and ragged. In his hand he carried a worn-out old hat and an equally worn, dog-eared Bible.

The church he entered was in a very upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest and most beautiful church the old cowboy had ever seen. The people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive clothes and fine jewelry. As the cowboy took a seat, the others moved away from him. No one greeted, spoke to, or welcomed him. They were all appalled by his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.

As the old cowboy was leaving the church, the preacher approached him and asked the cowboy to do him a favor. "Before you come back in here again, have a talk with God and ask him what he thinks would be appropriate attire for worship in church." The old cowboy assured the preacher he would.

The next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots, and hat. Once again he was completely shunned and ignored. The preacher approached the cowboy and said, "I thought I asked you to speak to God before you came back to our church."

"I did," replied the old cowboy.

"And what was his reply?" asked the preacher.

"Well, sir, God told me that he didn't have a clue what I should wear. He said he'd never been in this church."