CLEANING OUT YOUR HARD DRIVE
This
morning I decided I would sit at my computer and get rid of the files that has
been crowding out my hard drive. As I pillaged through them I ran across a lot
of folders…. I mean a lot. In opening
these folders, properly labeled of course, or so I thought, I found that some
were empty, mmmm… wondered for a second why and then oh well, click, delete,
easy. There were quite a few that had
content but could not receive access to open, and because I don’t have a degree
in computers, it didn’t matter what I tried it just wouldn’t open or delete, so
I left those alone. Then there were the
folders that clearly had purpose but after looking through them again, I
realized they just didn’t have any
reason to be there so with a quick click of the finger…. click, goodbye! For A few I created a new folder and joined
them together, just for the sake of my eye, less clutter. On and On I worked, restructuring my
artificial intelligent partner in crime… my computer. It is a small reflection
of my own brain, use 10% of it, and the other 90% to store all the crap!!
And then I
ran across this email received from a disgruntled acquaintance I had recently been honest
with a few years ago. Obviously I had
saved it for a reason here it goes:
THE MUCH CIRCULATED BURNT BISCUIT STORY FROM THE INTERNET.
When I was a kid, my mom would make breakfast food for dinner every
now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made
breakfast 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 mamma 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, and other things just like everyone else.
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. That's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the difficult 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 burned 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." So… please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life... I just did. Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.
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 mamma 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, and other things just like everyone else.
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. That's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the difficult 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 burned 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." So… please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life... I just did. Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.
The end.
Call me
dense or naive, but I remember not understanding at all why I would receive
this? It’s kind of nice, but not, kind of tolerant, but not… oh the confusion!
So I sent it to a confidant of mine, one I knew I could trust for an honest
opinion and this is what my confidant replied back to her:
Nice burned biscuit story, however daddy lied to mommy about loving
the burned biscuits. I know lying is always okay just to spare feelings...what
a joke! Obviously you feel the need to keep sending crap and passive aggressive
messages just to make yourself feel justified in all your actions. The Bi-Polar
story was so inspiring though, one paragraph talking about accepting and loving
through differences down to the end on forgetting those who don’t treat you
well. I know life is all about how we feel and who makes us happy...Forget
about the people who actually care enough to let you know the truth. Maybe you
should just stick with the ones who don’t care enough to say what they are
actually feeling and thinking? BTW please lose my contact info, all of the
inspiring mail is almost too much to handle
When I read the
response it was clear to me how messed up that burnt biscuit story really was.
Sad of course that I didn’t have the clarity to respond in that matter, but
happy to know I absorbed the truth in it and would in the future.
As Christians we
are to speak the truth in love, not make excuses for lying and being
manipulative. Lets all try our best to keep it real, and take direction from
the most capable psychiatrist of all….Jesus Christ.
