Burned 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 burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
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. 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."
So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.
This posting of this story was inspired by my own experience of "burning the biscuits" when our grandchildren were visiting us. The difference is...they didn't eat the biscuits. I made toast!!
3 comments:
This reminds Me of my father" My hero"
A wonderful story and no doubt a loving memory ... thanks for sharing.
That is so true!
My dad was the same way !It was usually th rice.Indians cook rice like you would spaghetti and sometimes it was mushy but he would eat it and never say a word!Sometimes I cook my rice mushy because it reminds me of dad
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