Burnt Love Biscuit
So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine..
When
I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and
then. And I remember one night in particular, 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! You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and
imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget
birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.
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!
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....
No comments:
Post a Comment