A Southern prayer...
One Sunday morning at a small southern church, the new pastor called on one of his older deacons to lead in the opening prayer. The deacon stood up, bowed his head and said,
“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”...
The pastor opened one eye and wondered where this was going. The deacon continued
The pastor opened one eye and wondered where this was going. The deacon continued
“Lord, I hate lard.
Now the pastor was totally perplexed. The deacon continued.
“Lord, I ain’t too crazy about plain flour. But after you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em in a hot oven, I just love biscuits.”
“Lord help us to realize when life gets hard, when things come up that we don’t like, whenever we don’t understand what You are doing, that we need to wait and see what you are making. After you get through mixing and baking, it’ll probably be something even better than biscuits.
“Lord help us to realize when life gets hard, when things come up that we don’t like, whenever we don’t understand what You are doing, that we need to wait and see what you are making. After you get through mixing and baking, it’ll probably be something even better than biscuits.
Amen.”
Until Next Time
Wishing you a very blessed and happy SonDay.
So good, Mary! Thank you for sharing. Speaking of Southerners, we do love our biscuits!
ReplyDeleteThat's a clever way of illustrating a point!
ReplyDeleteLove this...such a good analogy of waiting on the Lord. Hope you're having a great SUNday...it's chilly here in East Tennessee. Brrrr!!
ReplyDeleteThat is a great story (parable!!). Thanks for the post!
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDeleteI love this. Such a wonderful prayer. Good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThis is great! I should try this on my next family get-together! lol
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