Life Without God Is Like A Unsharpened Pencil!

Good morning! I am without a tractor to mow with again so I thought I would share with you a beautiful email that I received from Sybil. I enjoyed it so much I just thought you would too.

I also mentioned on the post before this at Billy's Birthday party I did not get a good picture of my son Clint. Well his brother Chad put this on my facebook page and now I not only have a picture of Clint but one of us together. How neat is that! Thank you Chad for sending this to me.  If you missed the post before this about Billy's Birthday Party out here on the North Forty be sure and scroll on down and see what a day we all had together. You won't believe what his wife bought him for his big day.

Yesterday morning I knew I had to catch up with some mowing out here on the North Forty so I climbed up on ole John and started mowing the pasture near the house. Well ole John worked great until I made him cut into the higher grass and weeds. Then the cutting thing quit on me and I of course had to quit too. It was the only tractor that was working so once again I am down to zero mowers. Ms Pearl is doing her darndest to stay cool and not start kicking things out here but it is not easy on her.

Right now though I wanted you to read this and I should go because I signed up for a darn computer class this afternoon and I hope it helps me. His last one did not so we shall see.

Now here is the email Sybil sent me:

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to 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 ugly burned biscuit

 .

   He ate every bite of that thing... Never made a face nor uttered a

 word about it!

   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

 every now and then."

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. "Mom put in a hard day at work

 today and she's real tired".

   And besides - a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"

   As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times.

   Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.

   I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and

 anniversaries just like everyone else.

 But 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.

   And that's my prayer for you today...

 That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly 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 burnt 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.

   Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some

 kind of battle 

"Life without God is like a unsharpened pencil - it has no point!"

So grateful for all of you. Enjoy your day I hope it is a Georgeous like the one I have here today!

Love to all
Maggie