Burnt Biscuits ~ A Story on Love and the 'Concept of God'

Someone just sent me this via email. 

It's a story on love and the 'Concept of God'. 

Is your 'Concept of God'... ONLY... to grant your wishes? Or is it more than that? 

I like the 'Concept of God' suggested in this story where ~ "[God is] ... the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!"

I know I'll have to get pass the 'Concept of God' because the the 'Concept of God' is only just... MY... 'Theory of Evolution'. 

Now... all I need to do is to get pass the "Concept of" and to really get to know "God". Who is HE? What more can I do to know him better? What more must I do that I have not already done? I'm limited. The ball is on HIS side of the court. Maybe it's not my time yet... but till then... I'll just have to be contented with just the 'Concept of God'... and I must say that... the 'Concept of God' does excite me... for now.

I've learnt that...

a concept is only an onset of what I feel to be real, and the 

"Concept of God" is the only think that excites me, for now.

I'm looking forward to when it will no longer be... a concept.

I know that this will happen... although I do not know when.

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The Burnt Biscuits (Story)

When I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and then. And I remember one night in particular, 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 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 burnt biscuit never hurt anyone! You know, 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 some people do. 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.

God Bless You..... now, and always....

So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine.!.!.!.!

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