Today I made a boiled egg for a breakfast.*
In my haste of trying to get out the door, I placed my egg into a clear baggy and raced out of the door. By the time I reached the office, pulled out my laptop, and placed my lunch on my desk, I realized my boiled egg had slipped to the bottom of my work bag.
I pulled out the baggy and saw my perfectly round egg shell cracked and broken into at least a hundred pieces. What I really don’t feel like telling you is as I held the bag up, I placed my head down on my desk and sobbed.
The egg looks like me right now. I feel like I’m in a million pieces.
Like most people, there are responsibilities that weigh on us every single day. For me it’s How many calories did I consume today? Did I send that email? When’s my deadline for work? Does A, J, and L hate me for bailing on Monday? How did I only burn 403 calories in my entire workout? Why haven’t I read today? Does Matt think I’m a horrible wife? Wait, I am a horrible wife! When can I call back Bri to pray with her? Do we have the money for our $2,000 tax debt? God, hello? Are you there?
Yes, I am broken into a million different pieces. But that’s not why I cried. I cried because the egg was still held together.
The egg was dropped into hot water to harden the inner part of the egg. The most important part of the egg. The part protected by the shell. Enduring great amounts of heat, the center solidified.
Though I am broken and feel like I’m trying to keep a million different pieces together, the center part of me is solidified. The part that is most important. The part that matters. Though I am broken, my center is strong enough for my shape to retain the pressure of life. What is in me can sustain what is on me. Jesus is in me, he can sustain me.
So I continue on… broken, shattered, yet whole.
*If you think I have an eating disorder for only making a singular egg for an entire meal, please think again. This is what happens when I’m too busy to go to the market. Between an egg or a PopTart as my choices, I opted for the choice that my thighs would appreciate it.
Aw, hope you have a good day & enjoy your weekend! Thanks for the reminder that there’s something bigger than the 1 million pieces.
Bianca, this blog truly ministered to me today. Thank you
Darn it! I hate it when I read stuff that makes me reflect!…haha..just kidding…but in all seriousness, this just made my day…
For years since I can remember as a little child, I have ALWAYS felt broken…I was BORN broken and unwanted. I was a mistake….
But the story turns and makes me realize this post makes me realize HOW MUCH GOD took care of this little broken egg…at 6 weeks old, this unwanted little baby was lovingly adopted by the two best parents a little unwanted baby could ever get.
At age 24, God introduced me to the ONE and ONLY person who could possibly deal with me and my brokenness and stay faithful and true to me as my awesome and beautiful wife…
God gave this broken egg the perfect children who (while they drive me crazy sometime), actually LOVE their Daddy unconditionally…even with his weird brokenness…
Yes, God has truely kept this broken egg whole with the beautiful souls and treasured people HE has put in my life to keep my from breaking myself completely….
Definitely don’t hate you! Love you much.
The Lord always send us what we need in the time that we need it.
I have lived with chronic pain for 12 years now. At 22 I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I got sick with strep 3 weeks ago and was on antibiotics so i couldn’t take the medication for the RA. I usually begin to flare up a week after the dose but this time it was 3 weeks so for the past week I have been in so much pain and I cried out to Him several times asking for relief…asking for Him to make it better. I got to the point where I also asked Him…”Hello, where are You?”. He gently reminded me…”here I am”. I stepped back…pain and all…and I listened…I trusted…I thanked Him. Through my brokenness He is praised…through my pain He is worshiped…through my inability to move faster or get up He sustains me!
Your words have ministered to my heart this morning sister…and I am so happy that your egg survived. 😉
love you girl! praying for you! & this message is the bomb! 🙂 xo,dana
Awesome! I am definitely forwarding this to my friends! Thanks for sharing that awesome revelation!
Wow….just what I needed to hear 🙂 thanks for putting yourself out there and touching others with your sincerity!
Broken, but whole. Beautiful paradox.
Don’t you just love how God speaks even through an egg? lol
I CRIED when the egg was still together. (well…at least when I read that part.) love you mucho.
I’ll call you when I leave work at 5pm. I love you so much!
Okay, I find it super amazing that you write about things that I’m dealing with too! I am feeling so down lately, so pulled in so many different directions and this was a great reminder for me! Thank you for that. Love you B!
Your blogs have been on fire this week! Thank you for sharing!
Great post! You (and the egg) are vessels that He is working through… thanks for sharing your normalcy with us.
Isaiah 40:31 But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.
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I can so relate. Thank you.
And here I thought the hard boiled egg was a Latina thing! I mean it is in my family!
Really nice post – If you read in-between the lines, you see a whole list of people who love you no matter what – A, J, L, Matt… Now that’s a blessing.
Wow! That was so timely for me to read. My life is overwhelming me at the moment. And to top it off my little sister’s cancer is creeping into more places. It’s one more thing every single day. But I read Christine Caine’s quote “The gift that is ON you will destroy you if what is IN you can’t sustain you.” I was pondering what that really meant and (no joke!) a minute later I was reading this blog post. Just what I needed to hear! Thanks girlfriend! You just gave me courage!
thanks for sharing, b. i’m definitely feeling this way right now too! hugs!! xoxo
Thank you so much for sharing. I feel like that at times… when everything is falling apart, yet everything is still together.
Reading this has made me think about all the moments I just wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out. Ironically, as I drove home his morning from work I realized too that I don’t need to be perfect, have it all together, or the strength to conquer all. I just need to have faith and He will be strong enough for both us.
Thank you! =)
thanks for keeping it real
I really needed to hear this today. I am so thankful that God holds all the pieces together! This is why James told us to consider it joy when we endure trials, because those trials (just like that hot water that the egg was in) help make us stronger and teach us to rely on God for our every need. Thanks so much for your ministry! It has really touched my heart! 🙂
Wow, finally read this . . . So gut wrenchingly authentic, you just listed everything that really IS poking your heart like broken shell.
You are in my thoughts and prayers offten. You will remain there now that I know what to pray for.
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Meg
Wow. This was a wonderful read. And a great reminder that even when the shell breaks, we are not broken. This can be applied to a lot more like our health as well.
I would have loved to see and save and print and keep a picture of the broken egg. As it is I am thankful I can keep the picture you painted with your words in my mind. It’s such a nice reminder.