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Cold Eggs Never Killed Anyone
by Jennifer Cardinal I have taken on this season of being a stay at home mom and wife with a sense of purpose ... I really do believe that this is exactly where God wants me right now. So in that spirit , I have obeyed God with a small but never the less a calling to get up early and make my family a hot breakfast and read from the book "Jesus Calling" ... I know it may not seem like a big thing but when my bed is all nice and cozy and with fall rolling in and it staying darker longer ... being the first one out of bed when I don't have a time card to punch ... really does take a bit of a push ... I not bleeding or agonizing or in any sort of pain ... but it is an effort on my part. So with this "gift" that I am giving to my family I guess I sort of imagined everyone would come running downstairs as soon as they could to get their hot breakfast I labored over and just gloat about what a wonderful wife and mother I am. So when I noticed my husband and then my son started coming down later and later each day and it started getting to be a routine that I was serving them cold eggs ... it started to get a little under my skin. Not in a big way but just in that little annoying voice that says " it does not even matter what you do ... serving them breakfast is not really any big deal " . So I decided to say something ... but not really in a direct way but kind of a read-through-the-lines type of way ... like "well you must like eating cold eggs because it seems you are just getting later and later every morning." Well , my timing sucked. Because for whatever ingenious reasoning I had I decided to say this the morning of my husbands birthday. Now , I did not rant or rave or make a hissy ... but you know it was just the "tone" and very soon after I realized I set the tone for the day ... on my husband's birthday. My husband is not perfect by any means, nor am I , but I can tell you one thing ... he is a great man who I am proud of. He tells me I am beautiful , he supports all my decisions , he works hard , he is a dedicated and responsible man and father ... I am blessed to have him. Did I feel a little erked he did not skip down the stairs to eat my hot breakfast singing my praises ... well , yes. But luckily , I have a God who allowed me to see how silly and pretty darn critical I was being ... so I get up early and I make breakfast ... I will continue to do so and I won't do it for any reason other than it is my small way of giving back to God and to my family. If the eggs are cold when they come down ... they will get the picture and realize if they want a hot breakfast they better come down earlier . After all , no one ever died over cold eggs and in the big scheme of things it really does not matter. We have the power to speak life into others ... I am reminded to chose my words and refrain my tongue when it does not serve a higher purpose ... I certainly can not do this on my own ability but pressing into God I can. It is a small thing, I know ... but the small things all really add up to big things and make our life what it is. I want to , I desire to make those small moments matter ... after all my words will have more impact on my family than my eggs. My family and I recently moved across the US from NV to CT. This has brought about great change in our lives as well as in my own personal walk with God. I have re-discovered an old love of mine in this process - writing. I appreciate your feedback. Thanks for reading. [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |