Burned Biscuits

When I was a wee ''tike'', 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!

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

Today's share came via the email from my mom. Normally, I'd place a story like this in the Inspirational blog but not many people visit that particular area of my sites... so I thought I'd share it here.

8 comments:

The Wife O Riley said...

What a great story and a wonderful thought.

Years ago, I used to make Baked French Onion soup all the time. After months of probably eating it once every 2 weeks, Matt finally told me that he doesn't like it. He just felt so bad because I made it for him and he didn't want to hurt my feelings.

Queenie Jeannie said...

So awesome and so true!! I'll stop complaining now. I may be in the red thanks to a thief, but I have more stamps than anyone I know, lol!!

Hugs!

Karla said...

thank you so much Styxie..Yes it is good to be reminded isn't it?
*hugs*

blueviolet said...

Thank you for sharing that with us. What a great reminder!

Intense Guy said...

:)

A bit of diamond-like wisdom in that carbon.

Intense Guy said...

P.s., I like that new gadget / widget / whatchamacallit you have for your awards. :)

Deanna said...

What a heart warming story. Thank you! My dad "liked" burnt toast too.

Tori_z said...

Great story, thanks for the share. :)

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