Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
Ephesians 4:32 ESV
When I was a kid, my mom often cooked breakfast for dinner. One night, after a long, hard day at work, she served my dad a plate of eggs, sausage, and burned biscuits.
I was surprised at his reaction. My dad reached for his biscuit, smiled at my mom and asked me, “How was your day at school?” I don't remember how I responded, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bit of that thing—without making a face or uttering a word about it!
After we finished eating, my mom apologized to my dad for burning the biscuits. I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."
Later that night, as I kissed Daddy good night, I asked him if he really liked burned biscuits. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your mom put in a hard day at work today and she's tired. And besides—a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Though I am not perfect, I’ve learned the importance of accepting each other’s faults. Celebrating each other’s differences is a key to a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband and wife, parent and child, or between friends.
My prayer for you today is to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at God’s feet. In the end, He's the only one who can give you a relationship where a burned biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!
Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket—keep it in your own. So, please pass me a burned biscuit.
Who Our Hearts Beat For
The older you get, the more you realize that it isn’t about the material things, or pride or ego. It’s about our hearts and who they beat for.
Build a Better World
You can’t build a better world without improving the individuals. We must work on improving ourselves, and at the same time, share a responsibility for all humanity. Our duty is to aid those to whom we think we can be the most useful.
Blinded By Fear
So often I find myself fretting, worrying, anxious, afraid, asking God: “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” “Am I on the right track?” “Are you there?” Looking, searching out there, outside myself, for an answer for affirmation.
But, then there’s a flicker of a thought, an unsettling, but wonderful thought: Maybe these very fears, anxieties and panicked questions are themselves the very scales over my eyes that blind me to the possibilities that I’m where I’m supposed to be; that the answers I seek are not ‘out there,’ but within me, and that there’s no right path but only my path.
So I begin to consider that maybe the better prayer would not be the one filled with anxious questions, but rather one of request: God help me not be so anxious; help me to always see the potential you see in me.