BISCUITS

BURNT 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 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!

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it
in
your own."

God Bless You..... Now, and Always....

this was sent to me in email I do not know the origin but it is truly a good lesson, So I wanted to share it.