Cracked, Broken Eggs

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I frequently discover the presence of God in everyday, mundane and menial tasks and in ordinary places. I have spoken with Him in a blueberry patch at a U-Pick-Em farm in the heart of Alabama; we have met countless times on the sandy, sunny, emerald colored shores of the Gulf of Mexico.  The first magical time I visited Central Park and Times Square in the heart of New York City, He met me there too.  But most often, I simply have a morning latte with the Lord; sometimes finding Him on the route of my legendary morning commute, sometimes in the mist covering the blue morning glories in a field, maybe in a rainbow or a midnight rain.  Frequently though, the Lord and I meet in my very own kitchen.

I love to cook.  I will try anything, any flavor/spice combination, any recipe, any time day or night.  Sweet, salty, bland or baked!  My sweet husband, two sons and my daughter have endured many a strange casserole, unidentified vegetable lasagna and other questionable concoctions. We make many memories in our kitchen.  A family favorite though, is breakfast foods at any time other than the morning. That was the plan one evening when everyone came home late for whatever reason; football, baseball, softball, work.  Cooking a meal for my family in the evenings has never been a burden for me.  I find it comforting, truly relaxing and utterly pleasurable.  I cannot say I look glamorous with perfect hair, holding a glass of wine and wearing high heels like in the movies. Quite the opposite! Wearing the highest heels I can find daily means I shed my shoes and find yoga pants and fluffy slippers the moment I cross the threshold of home in the evenings.  My enormous head of hair is tied into a sloppy knot with baby hairs sticking out everywhere and I do not drink wine.

In my now comfortable, relaxed state my mind begins to drift away with reflections on the day, plans for tomorrow, dreams for the future. Shawn and the kids are scattered, doing homework, showering after practice, relaxing after a hard day’s work.  This leaves me with ample alone time.  Sometimes, I have soft music playing, sometimes not.  Often, my only company is Buck Rowdy, my little Yorkie fur baby.  This peaceful time opens my heart so wide that the Lord even uses a carton of eggs to speak into my life.  Literally! I open the carton of eggs and there lies this sweetest scripture, “This is the day which the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it” Psalms 118:24.  But He didn’t stop there, that was not the intended message.  I picked up each egg that I needed for my creation and as I held them in my hands I realized how much one could really learn from an egg.  An egg is completely and utterly useless until it is cracked and broken. You cannot drop an unbroken egg into the recipe and expect it to taste light and fluffy.   broken egg

Our life story can be compared to a broken egg.  Life experiences lead us down certain paths, meeting certain people along the way, enduring inevitable hardships and suffering.  We have all faced uncertainty, adversity and brokenness at some point in our journeys.  I have never met anyone without a testimony.  What are you doing with yours?  Are you a victim? Or are you a victor?   You have the power to choose, you know.  In our brokenness, we are of the most significant value to the Kingdom of Heaven.  It is from our greatest pain, our brokenness, that we can passionately lead others to experience their own victory and healing.  Will it be difficult? Well, of course it will be.  Jesus says very specifically in the book of John “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33, NIV)  That means we are walking on the side of victory already! We only have to do our part going forward.

Our victory is in knowing Jesus and His eternal love for us.  If you are struggling with pain and brokenness today healing can be yours if you choose to walk in victory.  We were created beautiful and innocent but living in a fallen world is what shattered our “shell’.

In order to experience restoration to that beauty and innocence, you must first know the One who offers salvation.  Get to know Him and His Word by reading your Bible daily.  Pray and believe in Faith that He desires to heal your heart.  Pray fervently and passionately.  If you do not know how to do that, please see my previous post entitled “Unlocking the Power of Prayer”.  I caution you to prepare for your prayers to be answered.  Believe that you will receive the healing you are asking for.  This step is a must and cannot be altered or omitted.  It may take some measure of time, but pray diligently. Find a mentor; someone whose shattered shell has healed and is willing to reach out to you with a helping hand up.  This person is positive, uplifting and knows the Word of God. And finally, be open to the leading of the Holy Spirit.  If you are seeking God, praying and believing in faith, then you will undoubtedly begin to hear from Heaven. Sometimes faith involves doing things that you would otherwise fail if attempting on your own.  But my friends, with God ALL things are possible.  (Matthew 19:26)

If the Lord can use the shell of a shattered egg to speak to me, then He can certainly use even the tiniest measure of faith to speak to you.  Shattered and broken hearts can heal as the story of our lives is continuously being written.  Where you are now is not the end of your life’s book.

I know; because the Author told me so.

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2 thoughts on “Cracked, Broken Eggs

  1. I absolutely LOVE your BLOGS; they are so personal and relate to everyday life circumstances SOO well. As you already know, I have had many trials and tribulations in my life, but God has been the Joy and Strength of my life who carried me through always. The Broken Egg of course reminds me of being broken and spilled out and when that happens to us as a Christian, we draw closer to Him and He teaches us a lesson; good always prevails from humbleness! I praise God for your surrender to Him in this ministry of relating to and reaching out to others! Love and God Bless!

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