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 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.

That's my prayer for you today... That you will learn to take the good, the
bad, and the difficult 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 burned 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!

Life is too short to wake up with regrets... Love the people who treat you
right and forget about the ones who don't.

Thanks Mom for this sweet little article.

Not sure who wrote it, but I like it!

We are kind of back in the land of the living today.

Nasty virus takes a while to get over.

Blessings on this lovely day.