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 ugly
burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing... never made a face nor
uttered a word about it!
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 every now and then."
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!"
As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life
is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best 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 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!
So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do
just fine.
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