Just as I put the key in the door, I suddenly remembered that I’d left a pan of eggs on the boil.

My grandaughter, Lorisa and I had planned a leisurely trip to the library followed by an equally tranquil slice of pizza at a local shop. And it was all those things; until we found the eggs. Or rather…they found us.

Thankfully only two of the five eggs made it to oblivion. The other three clung desperately to the base of the cooking pot, their little bottoms about the colour of God’s good black planting soil.

You would be surprised how far an egg can travel when it is heated beyond its blow up point. Bits of shell, white and entire yolks spread themselves a good twenty feet in diameter. I am grateful that we only had chicken eggs. Ostrich would have travelled half- way to the Netherlands.

But listen to this!The yolks were mostly intact. The centres stayed in one piece! Yes their edges were a little ragged, but they stayed strong and firm(very!) I thought about the grieving process and how my centre is strong and firm, because my centre is Jesus.

Isaiah 49:13-Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the LORD comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.

Psalm 119:76-May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.
All that is left is the stinky smell…and that is not from God…The pain will pass….

6 thoughts on “Eggs-cident

  1. I was writing—probably blogging—down in my basement when I heard some bangs as hard boiled eggs exploded. At first I didn’t know what the loud noises were. I ran upstairs and there was the empty saucepan on a bright red element, its bottom red hot.

    Congratulations on finding your “blogging voice” and I hope many will find comfort in the comfort you have received from our Lord in your sorrow.

  2. Isn’t God amazing, how He can teach and comfort even through something as messy and stinky as exploded eggs? Thank you for sharing this lesson, Brenda, and also for your example of having a spirit sensitive to hearing His teaching, even while you’re grieving. The Lord be your comfortor and your sustainer in these days, and may He make you a blessing to many.

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