BUFF SCOTT, JR.
The Farmer’s Prayer
A preacher attended a men’s breakfast in the middle of a rural farming area of the county. The group had asked an older farmer, decked out in bib-overalls, to say grace for the morning breakfast: “Lord, I hate buttermilk,”
the farmer began. The visiting preacher opened one eye to glance at the farmer and wonder where this was going.
The farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the preacher was growing concerned.
Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, “And Lord, you know I don’t much care for raw white flour.”
The preacher once again opened an eye to glance around the room and saw that he wasn’t the only one to feel uncomfortable.
Then the farmer added, “But Lord, when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love warm fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up that we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we don’t understand what you’re saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing. It will probably be even better than biscuits. Amen.”
I love that prayer. Wisdom is frequently discovered in common, down-to-earth drifts. Within that prayer is enough wisdom for all when it comes to complicated situations like we are experiencing in the world today. Stay strong my friends, because our life is being mixed with lots of things that we don’t care for.......relax and wait until the mixing is done.—Buff
A True Definition Of Love
A four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”