Burned Biscuits.... (forwarded by someone)
When i was a little boy, 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: "Baby, I love burned biscuits."
Later that night, I went to tell 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!"
You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best either.
What I've learned over the years
is that learning to accept each other's faults -
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!
As 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."
Thursday, October 29, 2009
burned biscuits (don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket. keep it in your own)
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