burned biscuits

My sweet Hannah stepped into the teen years in January.
She has been a pretty easy kid to raise, with the exception of 3 broken arms and the related surgeries (she's very clumsy!).

This was her status on facebook last Friday - "Yeah my mom's not perfect. She dances in stores, burns my dinner, and blaims me for things I didn't do. But I still love her(: Love you mom♥"
Ok, so her spelling isn't perfect, she's still a good kid.  She's an oldest child like me and we seem to have a lot in common.  Sometimes this causes problems but I'm learning to like her during those times :)

Anyway, her status reminded me of an email I got from my sweet friend, Amy, last week.  Amy's email arrived at just the right time.  Funny how God uses our friends like that, huh? 

I think Hannah may have this whole thing all figured out already.  She's pretty smart for 13.

Burned Biscuits

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 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 burned 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."

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

Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

"Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point."

I'm not a perfect mommy but Hannah seems to be ok with that.  She's not a perfect daughter and I'm thankful for that.  If she were perfect, I might be without a job. 
 
Remember to celebrate those relationships that are important to you.  Don't get distracted by little differences, imperfections or issues that really don't matter.  Remember, those are the "burned biscuits" of life.
 
Oh yeah, make sure you dance in public to keep your kids humble!!!

(Isn't she beautiful?)