Sunday, February 13, 2022

Compassion for an Egg

egg shell

When we recognize God in everything we see, do or feel, we have included Jesus in the details of our life. God is in the details of this egg because he created them. When we recognize God in every day life, he will speak to us about it too. I felt compassion for the egg in the front yesterday morning as I cooked breakfast. The irregularity in his shell reminded me of me, of us, so humanly imperfect, on the outside. I smiled to myself as I knew when I cracked him open, he’d ooze the clear and yellow richness I expected.

My smile lasted knowing God sees me as I saw this egg. He knows my flaws, my irregularities, my temper, my quick thoughts, my unbridled tongue, my impatience, ughhh, he knows more than I want him to know about me. When God cracks through our shell, the goodness of his righteousness pours out. I wish I was more like the egg, one crack and done. I keep needing cracked again and again. My King puts Humpty Dumpty back together again every time for me to do it again. I take my eyes off Jesus, walk my own path, disobey and there I am, sitting on that dangerously high wall again. Why can’t I remember my last fall? Why do I need so much discipline? He wrote me a Book for guidance and sent two pieces of himself for me; for us, one even lives inside of me. God needs a vacation from gluing my broken pieces, doesn’t he?
My smiled lasted longer as God used the uneven shell of an egg to bless my soul. He loves me, imperfections and all. He loves you too! I’m still an “egg-in-process”. He’s still cracking, I’m still breaking and he’s still fixing me.
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Romans 5:8