Burnt Biscuits

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 burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

Life is full of imperfect things….. and imperfect people. I’m not the
best and hardly at anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just
like everyone else. But what I’ve learned over the years is that learning
to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others
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
base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or
friendship!

“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in
your own.”

God Bless You….. Now, and Always….