I received a letter from a friend of mine the other day and he included the following story:
One Sunday morning at a small southern church, the new pastor called 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, “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 them together and bake ‘em in a hot oven, I just love buttermilk 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 be something better than buttermilk biscuits. Amen.”
My friend knew that I had met with the Parole Board on the 3rd and received a three year set back. For a little over a week I was in a funk. The last time I met them I only received a two year set back. This time I took them a better parole plan that included mental health therapy and employment. Less than two weeks later the Lord showed me that He was still in control and He knows what He is doing.
I have worked in bakeries. It is hard work and it is usually done in the early hours of the morning. The thing is, there is nothing like the smell of things that are almost ready to come out of the oven. I do not know where you are, what you’re going through, or how hectic your life is right now. I want to ask you to do something though. Stop. Shut out all of the noise, anxieties, distractions, and chaos. Concentrate on God and only God for just a minute.
Now, slowly inhale through your nose. Slowly exhale. Do it again.
Can you smell that?
Heaven’s biscuits are going to be soooo gooood!