[Faith-talk] When I Was a Kid

[Paul Smith]

Hello and greetings to you all on this hump day.  I hope that your day 
is going well, by God's matchless grace and His providential care.

Although I have no proof to the contrary, and the author's name is not 
given, I believe that the following story was written by a lady.  Those 
of you who have the gift of intuitive sensitivity might or might not 
agree with me.  Let's see what you think.

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!"

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 
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!

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.

So please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine.

This is one of the articles I plan to read this Friday on my radio 
program.  I hope you enjoyed reading it via your screen readers, 
Braille displays or via your computer screens today.

As I said above, I have no proof that this was  written by a lady, but 
if it was and if she was a writer, I would be very tempted to think 
that my good friend Carol from Wilkes-Barre PA was the author.

And that will do it for now.  Until tomorrow when, Lord willing another 
article will be posted, may the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob just 
keep us safe, individually and collectively, in these last days in 
which we live.  Your Christian friend and brother, Paul

P.S.  Just thought of a similar situation regarding the burnt biscuits. 
I and my two brothers, George and Louis, probably can remember a time 
when our mom baked a cake and, in the process of baking, it fell over.  
Mom thought that surely the cake was ruined, but I'm here to tell you 
that, even if she said nothing until afterward, it was a very delicious 
cake, and my two brothers would agree if they read this post.  Paul