Sunday, August 15, 2010

Burned Biscuits


My friend Elizabeth, over at Zizzie Happenings had this posted on her blog last week. I thought it had a lot of wisdom in it, so I asked if I could share it with my readers. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she 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 how I answered him, 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 gave me a hug 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, and I forget birthday and anniversaries just like anyone else. But, 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 - it can be any relationship; husband/wife, parent/child, friend or sibling!

We need to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of life and lay them at the feet of God. In the end, He's the only one One who will help both you and those in your life to show patience and love at those times it is really needed!

20 comments:

Mary said...

Mari, this is an absolutely fabulous message. We need to learn to accept people as they are...faults and all. It's something all of us need to learn. Thank you for posting this.

Blessings,
Mary

Kat said...

I think this was on one of my daily devotionals recently. Love it!

Hugs,
Kat

Nancy said...

Really good reminder, loved it!!!

Pat said...

Beautiful post...and a wonderful man.

Kari said...

I knew there was something for me at your blog today. what a great story.
I needed to read this.
Happy Day/or night.

HOOTIN' ANNI said...

Ohhhhhhhhh, this is so endearing. And y'know what? I'd PREFER the burned ones myself!! In fact, when I make toast, I cook 'em twice to have the charred flavor.

Yes, indeed....we all must learn [if we haven't already] that we're human and faults go with the perfections.

Momma Roar said...

Oh, Mari, I so needed this reminder this morning. Its what I need to focus on this year in our homeschool!

Thank you for sharing it!! :)

Nancy said...

What wonderful words to start a Monday on......That was one special man....we can all take a lesson from him......

Kayren, Pink Daisy Girl said...

What a sweet story, and you are right about there being a lot of wisdom in it.

Betty said...

I did enjoy this post. Perfect for a Monday morning. Starts off the week with good intentions!

Jenny the Pirate said...

Right you are, Mari. Wonderful object lesson. We must give others the only thing any of us really wants: unconditional love. It's what the Lord gives us!

Lorie said...

My mom always burned the biscuits, no matter what time she was making them she usually always ended up burning them. Your story really brought back memories!

~Ginger said...

That GOOD!

Patti said...

Great post, Mari! Thanks for sharing with us.

Melinda said...

Such a blessing to have such a wonderful man. Thanks for the great reminder too.

Cherdecor said...

I love that post, Mari, and it is so true.

A Stone Gatherer said...

That's a wonderful story Mari!

Nicole - Life in Progress said...

I needed this today. Thank you.

Sandra said...

Absolutely beautiful!!!

Kim said...

Mari, I'm catching up with reading blogs this afternoon and saw this post. Today Elizabeth buried her husband of less than 10 years. Mike was only in his 40s. Have not heard what the autopsy determined that killed him; it was so sudden. I've been thinking about Lizzie (what the family calls her) and the extended family all day and praying for them. What a hard thing to face at age 32!