How do you like your eggs?

In the house of Altoria, aka, my mother, there was only one option for eggs, and that was scrambled.  Yet, when I traveled to my mother’s oldest sister’s home, whom the family affectionately refers to as, “Sister,” her husband, my Uncle Leonard introduced me to “sunny side up” eggs.  As life went on, I was blessed to venture to omelets, having opportunity to add some of my favorite ingredients to create a scrumptious and fulfilling breakfast experience.  While our children were in high school, my husband decided that everyone would benefit from hard boiled eggs, and so we became inundated with them as the breakfast option during busy mornings.  Yes, it’s a common question, “How do you like your eggs?” but one that Jesus never asked.  Why? Hold tight.

I have felt extremely tired lately.  So much so, I had one of the those ugly cries on the ride to work one morning.  My job has been incredibly busy.  We’ve been blessed to have some really good programming, and yet there is tax that one’s body and mind pays to ensure that all goes as desired and that students experience the maximum benefit.  Things at church are amping us as well; not to mention other civic engagements and attempting to write regularly.  While driving, I became so overwhelmed at the fact that I seemingly go to bed tired and wake up much the same way.  As such, I wept, asking God for strength.  It’s not so easy to just say no.  There are quite a few variables to consider. It’s near impossible for 2016 to be my year of learning to say no, while simultaneously believing God to say yes to my prayers, dreams and desires of the heart.  While growing up, I recall listening to Matthew 11:29-30.  I thought it referred to eggs.  It wasn’t, until I was much older that I learned that yolk and yoke were homophones, words that sound alike but have different meanings.  But perhaps they have more in common that simple sound.

Jesus doesn’t need to inquire how I like my eggs, because he’s already instructed to depend upon his culinary skills.  He lays out the “chef’s special” in Matthew 11:29-30: “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”  Here I am scrambling myself, developing hardness as a result, not being very sunny, and perhaps even throwing everything in the mix and not giving distinction where its due, completely ignoring the beautiful aroma that Jesus offers, whereby he extends me to take his yoke upon me and experience life as it is supposed to be when I’ve asked him to live inside of me – light! The yolk of an egg is what provides the nutrients for growth; and a yoke is a wooden crosspiece that is fastened over the necks of two animals and attached to the plow or cart that they are to pull.  If we consider yolk and yoke in tandem, we learn that as we learn more about the characteristics of God, and emulate them, we will willfully depend upon God to give us what we need, and we can rest assured that no matter how heavy the load we assume, we can take good pleasure in knowing that God will pull it for us, thereby giving us rest.

Earlier this week as our daughter was sharing her desire for May 14th (Commencement…insert praise) not to tarry anymore, I reminded her that she used to walk around singing “Can’t give up now,” from her Mary Mary cassette.  Although she was only 7, perhaps she was prophetic.  Belting those lyrics then, prepared her for her journey today.  Yesterday during service, my Pastor sang the song.  I wept again.  However, not because I was tired this time, but instead, out of gratitude and adoration to the Father for reminding me yet again, that he’s got our daughter, he’s got me, and of course, he’s got YOU! God never said it would be easy.  As I joked with a sister friend, each day is not filled with unicorns and rainbows, but there is beauty in each day that we walk with God.  Sometimes it can be engulfed by the cares of life, but we must make time to slow down, breath, pray, praise, worship, eat eggs and rest….in Him.  The next time someone inquires, “How do you like your eggs,” state your preference, and give the Lord a hand clap of praise!

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