THE BURNT TOAST

THE BURNT TOAST

When  I was a kid, my mom liked to cook food and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day at work, mom placed a plate of bread jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast.

But dad just ate his toast and asked me how was my day at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: “I love burned toast.”

Later that night, I asked dad if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your mamma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides, a burnt toast never hurts anyone but harsh words do!”

~ It is important to realize that words have power. We can make a fresh toast but we cannot repair a burnt heart~