Biscuits, Old Farmer, Amen
A NEW Pastor was attending a men’s breakfast in a rural area.
She 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 herself 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're done mixin’, and probably Lord, it will be somethin' even better than biscuits.
Amen."
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