Happy Burnt Biscuits

This morning , I'm heading out for an early breakfast with my mom and nephew Luke . He just learned how to crochet and wants to join my ministry  to become the very first man ( that's how he phrased it ) in my group . When I told him we have men in our group ( the husbands of the ladies ) who crochet in secret because they are embarrassed , he called them " sissies " for not coming out . Gotta love this 12 year old who knows his mind . He also does a mean Elvis impersonation .

Today is Black Friday . Originally my plans were to do some light shopping , but then reconsidered since as usual , there is so much hype on materialism instead of what Christmas is really about . I can do my shopping another day . I rather go spend some time with this special young man . Memories can't be bought . 

That said , our very own Grandma Barb , came through again with a great story .  So while I'm crocheting with Luke , I hope you enjoy the following story about    love , family and good old fashioned consideration . 
Have a Blessed day everyone .



Burnt Biscuits
When I was a kid, my Grandma 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. On that evening so long ago, she had placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my Granddad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my Granddad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Grandma 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 ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing... never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Grandma apologize to my Granddad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."

Later that night, I went to kiss Granddaddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Grandma put in a hard day of work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"

As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best at 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 basis of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!

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