A pastor asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace for the morning breakfast.
He happily agreed.
"Lord, I hate buttermilk", the farmer began.
The visiting pastor opened one eye to glance at the farmer and wondered where this was going.
The farmer then loudly proclaimed, "Lord, I hate lard!"
Now the pastor was growing concerned.
Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, "And Lord, you know I don't much care for raw white flour."
The pastor once again opened an eye to glance around the room and saw he wasn't the only one to feel uncomfortable.
Then finally 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, and 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 fresh warm buttermilk biscuits. "
"Amen."
*Author unknown - spotted going around on various networks over the past year.
