EGG

I love to eat eggs!  Scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, deviled eggs, colored eggs….any way you make ‘em, I like ‘em.   That is, of course, with the exception of over easy egg cooking style.  I don’t enjoy my yellow egg yolk running all over my egg white.  I like my eggs well done.  I guess I can safely say that breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and mostly because it includes eggs.  Unfortunately, my love is not shared by The Son-In-Law nor The Girl.   As much as I love eggs, their dislike of them is just as strong.  But, luckily, we’re still friends. 

There are times in my life when I don’t love eggs.  Many times I have dropped an egg on my kitchen hardwood floor.   What a mess!  Have you ever tried to clean up a cracked messy runny egg from a hardwood floor?  It’s a challenge.  I have read all kinds of things of how to make this task easier and actually tried several of those methods to find that maybe pouring salt on it and then scooping it up makes it a bit easier. 

Last Sunday I was cooking the Sunday pancake breakfast for The Husband before Sunday School.  A while back I had bought a loaf of gluten free cinnamon raisin bread by mistake.  You might question that statement, especially the phrase “by mistake”.  Well, I’ll tell you as much I like eggs, I dislike cinnamon.  I don’t like to eat it, smell it, or look at it.  Ugh.   This time of year, too, the smell of cinnamon is EVERYWHERE.   Even though I dislike it, that thrifty part of me is stronger than that dislike.  I thought to myself how I could make use of the bread without waste and decided that Sunday morning French toast for me might be somewhat edible with the slight cinnamon flavor.  I tried it one Sunday and it was tolerable so until that loaf of gluten free cinnamon raisin bread in the freezer is gone, I will be having French toast on Sundays.    See, when one has a conflict all he has to do is figure out a way to make things work.  Duh.

Back to my story—I get so distracted.  In the mornings, I always have my half of my small cup of coffee, make myself a glass of iced green tea, and then prepare either breakfast or lunch for that day.  Last Sunday, I had the pancake mix ready to cook waiting for The Husband to appear in the kitchen so I decided to go ahead with my preparation for my fine Sunday breakfast.  I had drank my coffee and had my iced green tea ready.  I got out my small square dish, got the egg from the refrigerator, cracked it, threw the eggshell in the trash, picked up my nice full glass of iced green tea to take a sip and ughhhhhhh!  Guess what was there?  My egg.  In the top of my glass of iced green tea.  Beautifully sitting there with the yolk lovely and yellow with clear egg all around it.  Right there in that glass of tea.  I do love eggs but not in my nice glass of iced green tea.  That kind of turns one’s stomach to a disgusting feeling.  

The scary part is that I had no idea I had done such a deed.  I immediately poured out the egg and the ice and the tea and put the glass in the dishwasher, all the while thinking I was surely losing what mind I had left.  I couldn’t even make myself rinse the glass out and use the used glass.  It was so gross.  So I eventually got the breakfast done, eaten, and went to Sunday School. 

I thought about the experience several times this past week.  How often do I go about a task without my mind on my business?   Most of the time.  My mind is so full of all there is “to do” or at least I THINK there is to do and has very little mind relaxation.  I’m thinking that the Lord really wants us to keep our minds on His business and rest in Him.  The scriptures say in red letters meaning that Jesus said, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”  (Matthew ll:28)  What a wonderful promise that is to be certain!  And it’s only one of the many promises we have as children of His.

Today had many instances in it that made it, for me, “an egg in my tea” kind of day.  Those experiences teach me that when those times and days come and I think of that egg in my tea, I am reminded that even when I “mess up”, God is always there to help me start over.   With a clean glass, too. 

I am blessed.