A Dozen Eggs

I am always one to be looking for a good deal, so when I found a great deal on eggs, I bought five dozen of them. You never know when you will need eggs and when I have plenty of them, I change up our regular routines and make different recipes to enjoy.

I was in my prayer time the week after the great egg find, when I prayed for a friend that God would supply her with what she needed. Almost immediately after that, I felt the Holy Spirit prompt me to bring her a dozen eggs.

I tried to put off the prompting of the Holy Spirit by thinking how strange it would be to show up at my friend’s house with a dozen eggs. How do you even start that conversation? Sending a person a text message with a prayer is one thing. Showing up on the door step with a dozen eggs is something else entirely.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that God wanted me to bring her eggs. As I was wrestling with whether or not I was bringing her eggs, the Holy Spirit reminded me of something that happened to me about a dozen years earlier.

Eleven years ago, I was still teaching and the boys were little. At that time, Scott and I were the college ministers for our church. Every Thursday night at 8pm the young ladies would come over for dessert and Bible study. One week, I was at school trying my best to come up with some recipe I could make for Bible study. I ran out of eggs and I didn’t have the time (or the money) to go buy eggs before the group arrived.

I was in the office at school talking with our school secretary, Tasha, about what I could make without eggs. Tasha was not only the school secretary, but a pastor’s wife and a woman of faith. We bounced some ideas off each other and I left the office. I was thinking about making chocolate cake with mayonnaise, but didn’t have anything set.

As I drove home, it was still on my mind what I was going to make for dessert. I walked in the house and there on the counter was two dozen eggs. Our baby sitter had a friend who was overwhelmed with eggs from his chickens and asked her to find a home for them.

All day I had been thinking that if I only had two eggs, I would be fine. I could make a nice dessert with two eggs. Then walking into the house, there were two dozen eggs.

I don’t even remember what I made that night. I have no idea what we were studying. I remember thinking that God cares about me so much that He provided two dozen eggs when all I asked for were two eggs. In the midst of caring for (waves hands) EVERYTHING, God saw my need and brought dozens just because he loved me.

The next day I went into school and as I walked into Tasha’s office, I nearly started crying. I told her how I came home to find two dozen eggs on the counter. She just started smiling at me and told me how she had prayed all day that God would provide me the eggs that I needed.

That instance of God’s provision with eggs was still on my mind when I showed up at my friend’s apartment with a dozen eggs. I told her the story about God providing me eggs. I said as I was praying that morning for God to provide for her, that I was told to bring her eggs. Was it still awkward? Yes. Did I bring them anyway? Yes.

I was told that eggs were one of the few things her girls would eat and that she could always use eggs. Two days later I get this text message, “the EGGS! Lol”. My friend went on to tell me that, that night one of the girls had gotten out their eggs to eat for dinner, when she dropped the entire carton. All of the eggs broke, but they still had a full dozen eggs that I brought and had dinner.

There has only been one time I really remember God asking me to do something life changing big. Most of the time, it is small things. One small act of obedience at a time. It is so often in those small things that God gets the biggest glory. When it feels awkward. When it seems too small. When it feels like no one cares, obey anyway.