An old farmer's prayer ...
A visiting pastor was attending a men’s breakfast in farm
county. He asked one of the impressive older farmers to say
grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began:
“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The Priest opened one eye and wondered where this was going.
Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Priest was really worried ... however without missing
a beat, the old farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t
care much for raw white flour.”
Just as the pastor was about to stand up 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 ‘til You are done mixin’ ... and probably it will
be somethin' even better than biscuits. Amen.”
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