Biscuits

Biscuits

A pastor once asked an older farmer—dressed in his worn bib overalls—to say grace before the morning meal.

“Lord, I don’t like buttermilk,” the farmer began. The visiting pastor cracked one eye open, wondering where this prayer was headed.

The farmer continued, loud and clear, “Lord, I don’t care much for lard either.”

The pastor shifted uncomfortably.

“And Lord,” the farmer went on, “You know I really don’t like raw white flour.”

Now the pastor peeked around the room and noticed he wasn’t the only one feeling uneasy.

But without missing a beat, the farmer added, “Yet Lord, when You mix all those things together and bake them… I sure do love warm, fresh biscuits.”

Then he finished with this prayer:

“So, Lord, when life hands us things we don’t like—when it gets hard, or confusing, or we just don’t understand what You’re doing—help us to relax and wait for Your mixing to finish. Because when You’re done, it’ll probably turn out even better than biscuits. Amen.”

Alright then… carry on.

(Credit goes to the original owner / Earth Geographic)

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This was posted on Substack by Larry Edge