Eggs

Monday, November 07, 2011 Posted by Debbie Legg

“Butter. In the fridge. Check. Sugar, Cocoa Powder, Flour, in the cabinet. Check. Eggs…

“WHAT? Aw, man, Lord? Seriously? Eggs? Oh, why does this project have to include eggs? I hate working with eggs. They are so hard to crack, and they’re messy. The goop gets all over your hands and the counter tops. You can get sick if you don’t clean up after them correctly. They’re just a high-maintenance ingredient, Lord.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m whining. It’s just that when I signed on for this project I never dreamed there would be eggs involved.”

“Debbie, there are lessons you need to learn from the eggs, just as there are lessons you need to learn through every ingredient and every step of this project.

“Remember The Cashier at the grocery store? She is an egg. She seems very hard on the outside, but that is because she has been hurt and puts up a tough appearance. But, every smile, every kind word, every prayer you pray for her cracks that shell just a little bit. Finally, when she is ready, she will break and I will be there to clean up the mess, heal her and save her.

“Eggs, once they are broken and cooked in a recipe, hold the other ingredients together, binding them to each other. Hard-shelled people, once they are broken by Me, can become great unifiers. It is as important to learn to work with eggs as it is to learn to love hard-shelled people.”

“I understand, Lord. It wasn’t that long ago I was a mess myself. I’m learning to love the mess in others.”

“Deb, you’re still a mess. Have you seen the front of your shirt?”

I could feel the warmth of His smile.