Monday, October 12, 2009

A pot of grits



A Pot of Grits


My mother-in-law came to visit one day

She wanted some grits for breakfast to start her way

Well, I burned the grits and had to start over

Put on another pot but did not tell her the story


It was hard to clean the bottom of that pot

You see it was black and hard in many of the spots

The grits at the bottom was black and smelly

The grits on top was white and still creamy


This made me think of sin in the site of God

When we wallow in it, our lives are really hard

The burnt grits represented a non committed life

The white creamy part was God; a life without strife.


God does speak to us daily, we just fail to see the messages that are presented.

A Pot of Grits.

1 comment:

  1. Things will happen but what will you do to fix problem the problem that is at hand? Will it be the right decision or a cover up?

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