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
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 burned 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 other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each
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
“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep
it in your own.”
So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.
Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some
kind of battle.