Thanks to our Dear, Dear Friend NitA KILLEBREW FOR PASSING THIS ALONG…..

Saying Grace, a good reminder.

A visiting Preacher was attending a men’s breakfast in Ohio Farm County.
He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace
that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began——
“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”

The Preacher opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.
Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Preacher was overly worried.

However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know
I don’t care much for raw white flour.”

Just as the Preacher was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer
continued, “But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, I do
love fresh biscuits.

So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we
just don’t understand what you are sayin’ to us, we just need to relax and
wait ‘till You are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin’ even
better than biscuits.


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