When I was a little girl, my mom liked 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!"
In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner and the kindness
my daddy showed my mom. To this day, it's a cherished memory from my
childhood that I'll never forget.

And it's one that came to mind just recently when Jack and I sat down to eat dinner.

I had arrived home late... as usual... and decided we would have breakfast
food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose!
To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began to
cook eggs, turkey sausage, and buttered toast. Thinking I had things under
control, I glanced through the mail for the day. It was only a few minutes
later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the toast out of the oven!

Now, had it been any other day -- and had we had more than two pieces of
bread in the entire house -- I would have started all over. But it had been one
of those days; and I had just used up the last two pieces of bread. So burnt
toast it was!

As I set the plate down in front of Jack, I waited for a comment about the
toast. But all I got was a "Thank you!" I watched as he ate bite by
bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But instead, all
Jack said was, "Babe, this is great. Thanks for cooking tonight. I know
you had a hard day."

As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my mom
and dad... how burnt toast hadn't been a deal-breaker for them. And I
quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn't a
deal-breaker either!

You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm
not the best housekeeper or cook. And you might be surprised to find out that
Jack isn't the perfect husband! He likes to play his music too loud, he
will always find a way to avoid yard work, and he watches far too many sports.
Believe it or not, watching "Golf Academy" is not my idea of a great
night at home!

But somehow in the past 37 years Jack and I have learned to accept the
imperfections in each other. Over time, we have stopped trying to make each
other in our own mould and have learned to celebrate our differences. You might
say that we've learned to love each other for who we really are!

For example, I like to take my time, I'm a perfectionist, and I'm
even-tempered. I tend to work too much and sleep too little. Jack, on the other
hand, is disciplined, studious, an early riser, and is a marketer's dream
consumer. I count pennies and Jack could care less! Where he is strong, I am
weak, and vice versa.

And while you might say that Jack and I are opposites, we're also very
much alike. I can look at him and tell you what he's thinking. I can predict
his actions before he finalizes his plans. On the other hand, he knows whether
I'm troubled or not the moment I enter a room.

We share the same goals. We love the same things. And we are still best
friends. We've traveled through many valleys and enjoyed many
mountaintops. And yet, at the same time, Jack and I must work every minute of
every day to make this thing called "marriage" work!
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 the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and
lasting marriage 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
married 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 marriage
where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!

The great secret of successful marriage is to treat all disasters as
incidents, and none of the incidents as disasters.