A visiting Pastor was attending a men’s breakfast
in Farm County. He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began “.......Lord, I hate buttermilk......."
The Pastor opened one eye and wondered to himself
where this was going. Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.......”
Now the Pastor was worried. However without
missing a beat, the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.......” Just as the Pastor was ready to stand and stop
everything, the farmer continued, “But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up,
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."
And as we know, biscuits come in all kinds of
shapes and textures, and variety, just as we all have different personalities,
which we have to accept without questioning. Sometimes we don’t understand what
the Lord is doing through us, until something extraordinary happens, and you
realize how He can use us in a truly extraordinary way. We don’t understand why
some things happen in such a way, until the whole picture is in place, and then we thank God we were part of the plan.
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