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 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 fuss
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 Momma 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
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.
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Long time ago very cruel king name Virat Singh was ruling
the city of Vijay Nagar. All citizens were fearful because of his cruelty.
Virat has a dog named Jack, which he used to love more
than anything, one fateful morning Jack died. Virat Singh organized last
rituals for dog; entire city came to cremation ground. Virat Singh was very
happy to see that people love him so much and he felt he is the most popular
king in the world. After few days Virat Singh died, but no one came for his
funeral.
Moral: Respect is something you have to earn, you cannot
force it on others to respect you. There is a thin line between Fear and
Respect, every one of us should understand it and do necessary corrections in
our personalities.
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