A Homemaker’s Diary

A story by a girl.

“When I was a little girl, my mom like to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work..

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember Watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said : “Baby, I love burned toast.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if He really liked his toast burned.. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things….. and imperfect people. I’m not the best housekeeper or cook.’What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults - and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.”

And that’s my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and “lay them at the feet” of GOD. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!! ”

“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket but into your own.”

P/S: Thanks Sai for sharing this on your blog.

This was once our home together, where we spent many happy hours being a couple.

It was where we dreamed and came home to after work, that one day we will be able to buy a place of our own.

The front yard was where I spent many hours, sowing seeds of love, watching them grew, and enjoyed the flowers when they bloomed.

This was a sanctuary of 9 months of conception, in which we brought the precious bundle home.

It might not be ours, but it surely held memories of many meaningful moments.

It used to be our home…

When I was younger,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you’re going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you’re going through things with your mom.
Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities.
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, ‘Let’s cry together,’
Another , ‘Let’s fight together,’
Another , ‘Let’s walk away together.’

One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back,
Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself ..
Those are your best friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman,
But for many, it’s wrapped up in several..
One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
a couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbour,
On others, your sisters,
And on some days, your daughters.

So whether they’ve been your friend for 20 minutes or 20 years,
AND ONLY IF YOU’D LIKE TO,
Pass this on to the women that God has placed in your life
To make a difference.