Burned Biscuits

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 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 housekeeper or cook. 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 and me today. That we will
learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of our 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!


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