A Burnt Biscuit........No Deal Breaker
If you haven't read this story before, take the time to read it. If you have, read it again. It will be a great reminder.
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!"
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!
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!"
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!
What a beautiful story and a great analogy.
ReplyDeleteI can't help but think of Paul and his amazing ability to be content in/with every circumstance. I'm learning ... though it's taken/taking a lifetime!
ReplyDeleteI love burnt biscuits (tons of butter and jam cure ANYTHING!).
Blessings,
Kathleen
What a wonderful story and a great reminder. Thanks for posting it! :)
ReplyDeleteTerrific story!
ReplyDeleteI got this e-mail today....love it ,-)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this story! My sister emailed it to me last week. So good to read it again. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteAndrea
Diana, this story is perfect, just perfect.
ReplyDeleteI'm so lucky to be married to a man that eats burned biscuits.
So precious. Thanks for sharing this story.
ReplyDeleteHaven't heard that before. Great story.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Tara
Wow, I think this story was a little bit of God putting me in my place:) I needed that...
ReplyDeleteCara
How sweet, I've never heard that. My eyes got a little misty. Lucky for me, I'm married to a man who doesn't mind a burnt biscuit either!
ReplyDeleteGreat story and a great lesson. Hugs
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing it.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a heart warming story! I need to remember the lesson learned here. Thanks for the gentle reminder.
ReplyDeleteGreat post Diana - if only I could remember this when I need it! I think it comes with maturity, too. Your dad set a really good example of what a loving husband should be!
ReplyDeleteThat is a precious post, and a precious state of mind... I loved hearing this story!
ReplyDeleteAmen Diana! Are you a parable princess? That was great!
ReplyDeleteChel
Wow! Such a beautiful story. What a great husband and father. Thanks for stopping by my site. Hope to see you more!
ReplyDeleteWords for each of us to live by. Life is FULL Of burnt biscuits. Day after day after day we must learn to accept with faith everything that happens in our lives . . . even the days where everything is a burnt biscuit. Our goal should be to be like Paul, who learned to be content in every circumstance. I'm still working on it, but I'm closer now than I was!
ReplyDeleteHi Diana...I finally made it here! Woe, you have a beautiful blog, infact 3 of them?! How do you do it! Anyway, I am a follower now and hope to get to know you. Thanks for coming to visit me! Come say hi any time :D
ReplyDeleteAmen! I have to brag on my sweet hubby here because he sounds so like your Dad! Lots of truth and wisdom here. Thanks for sharing this post! = )
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for a wonderful post, so very true! Blessings, Heather
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