A Heart Warming Story of Burnt Biscuits

When I was a little , 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 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!
"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in
your own."
Be kind; everyone is going through some kind of struggle.
Never look down on anybody unless you're helping to pick them up.