Biscuits

 This was sent to me not long ago—I share it with a smile:

“A visiting priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Ohio farm country.  He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say “grace” that morning.  After all were seated, the old farmer began--

‘Lord, I hate buttermilk.”  The priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this prayer was going.

Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”

Now the priest was overly worried.  However, without missing a beat the old farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”

Just as the priest was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued.

“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, you get biscuits.  I DO love fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are sayin’ to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till  you are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin’ even better than biscuits.”

AMEN to that.

Peace,

Jim