Mama liked to cook breakfast for supper every now and then.
I recall one evening in particular when, after a long, hard day at work, Mama placed a plate of eggs, grits, sausage and extremely burnt biscuits in front of Daddy. I remember waiting to see if he would notice. But, all daddy did was reach for his biscuit, smile at Mama and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that evening, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly, burnt biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing… never made a face or said a word about it!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing Mama apologize to Daddy for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said. “Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then.”
Later that evening, when I went to kiss Daddy good night, I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned? He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Mama put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. Besides, a little burned biscuit every now and then never hurt anybody!”
As I’ve grown older, I’ve thought about that evening many times. Life is not always fair. It’s full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I’m not the best at much of anything, either. I forget birthdays and anniversaries, just like everybody else. But one thing I’ve learned over the years, is that accepting each other’s faults, and choosing to celebrate each others 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 give them over to God. After all, He’s the only One who can give you a heart to have the kind of relationship where a burnt biscuit every now and then isn’t such a big deal.
Keep in mind that this can be extended to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the real basis of all relationships; be it brother-sister, husband-wife, parent-child, partners, or just plain old friendship. Be kinder than necessary to everyone, because everyone you meet, is fighting some kind of battle.