Waiting on my biscuits

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There are so many things going on that we don’t understand… 

As I speak there are people in war torn places fearing for their lives, trying to find food and shelter for their families…

There are people being persecuted for their belief that Jesus is the Son of God, some even being beheaded…

There are people in this “land of the free and home of the brave” that are persecuted because of the color of their skin or their socio-economic statis. There are people living on the streets of our cities begging for help from unseeing strangers that pass by them having no pity for their situation.

There are children dying in St. Jude hospital with cancer, I don’t understand that either.

                           So many things I don’t understand in my own life. 

I try to be a good citizen of the Kingdom of God and help where I can and pray for those I cannot physically help and yet there are personal problems that I can only pray about because there is nothing, I can do to change certain things…

So, what do you do when you don’t understand why things are the way they are? 

I read something that is a very simple example but makes a point, I don’t know from where it originated so I can’t give credit… read on… 

A visiting Pastor was attending a men’s prayer breakfast in farm country and he ​asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace that ​morning.  After all were seated, the old farmer began.  “Lord, I hate buttermilk.

The Pastor opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going. Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Pastor was 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 Pastor was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued…

 “But Lord, when you mix’em all together and bake’em up, I sure do love those 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 fresh biscuits. Amen.”

I am here waiting on my biscuits…

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