A visiting Priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Ohio farm country. 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 Priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.
Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Priest 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 Priest 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.”
2 thoughts on “Lord, I Hate Buttermilk”
God is our awesome God and we could not live our lives without having Him in each of our lives!! Many times when we ask for something and God doesn’t answer right away, we must learn to be patient. He knows when the time is right . And some of the things we ask for may not be right for us. With our faith in Him, we must remember that God knows best. Thank You God for helping me to be patient..
A great story as usual. Thanks with love. Be well. I shall be in Dallas in September after visiting Napa Valley for my grandson’s wedding on the 10th,