Burnt biscuits

Before my Dad’s death in May 2011 I subscribed to a wonderful support group for the caregivers of Alzheimers Patients. http://www.caring.com   I found it to be an amazing support group filled with love, compassion, practical advice and support!  I would never have survived the journey if it had not been for the support group.

I still go back although I don’t comment often any more.  In a way, it allows me to feel “connected” to my dad.  One of the regular contributors is Granny PJ who cared for her beloved husband, Jeryl, for many years until he passed away just over a year ago.  Granny PJ also goes back but unlike me she continues to encourage and support.  Today I came across this and it was so precious that I wanted to share it…  Granny PJ found this on Facebook  and neither one of us claim this as our original.  I also found this story blogged/posted in literally hundreds of blogs without a reference to who the original writer was.

words…http://www.caring.com/my/group/ad20d31c/posts?utm_source=stagegroups&utm_campaign=reply&utm_medium=email&emailauth=268972:db41f6f9a:-10950

Burned Biscuits – A lesson we all should learn.

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. 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! 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 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 Mom apologize to my dad 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 Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Mom put in a hard day at 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 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. And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your life–I just did! 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