Burned Biscuit

A friend of mine sent this email to me today. I can remember and incident similar to this growing up on a farm, with my mom and dad. We were a farm family, and our main meal was at noon. Many times we had re-runs for supper, or soup, or cereal. Sometimes we took our food to the backyard, and had a picnic while we listened to the critters settling down for the night. I never heard my father complain about what we had to eat. If Mama was canning soup, we had soup for supper. If she was freezing corn, we had corn for supper. Life on the farm for them was (as it is for farmers today) long days, grueling work, and even longer nights during harvest time, when they had to "stir" the harvested seed in the granary every 2 hours all night long, so it would not build up too much heat and destroy the harvest. I never remember my mama complaining about her work load with all the farm chores and 4 babies in 6 years. I never heard my daddy complain about "burned biscuits" for supper. They had a wonderful relationship (not perfect, but wonderful). They always treated each other with dignity and respect. I can remember times when I wanted to do something, and of course I had to get permission from my Dad. I would approach Mom about discussing it. She often said, "Not right now, This is not a good time." Of course, I was impatient to get a reply. She would say, "You can ask now and get a definite NO, or you can wait a little while and possibly get a YES! Without realizing it, I got two lessons for the price of one. I learned respect, and patience. I also learned that my Dad was the head of our family, as Christ is head of the church. My Mom and Dad both set truly selfless, Godly examples for their children. We learned to "do as they did." I tell my Mom quite often that I am glad God let me be "borned" into her family instead of some others I know about! And I mean that!!

So I would like to share the following with you.

BURNED BISCUITS
When I was a little child, 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. 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 - as 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. "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain."