Sunday, November 16, 2008

Enough Eggs

I was sitting on a stool in Alisha's kitchen, crunching graham crackers in a plastic bag to make cheesecake crust. The window behind me was open and frigid air was brushing against my back and up my skirt. The oven in front of me was preheating and even with the door closed, it's warmth spilled into the room. Between the chilly November afternoon at my back and the powerful heat of baking at my front, the room was very comfortable.

Alisha and I were baking for a bridal shower. Our sons were squawking at each other in the next room and the kitchen air was thick with devastatingly delicious smells. I couldn't think of a more pleasant way to spend the afternoon.

"You know, I have exactly the right number of eggs," Alisha commented to me, while cracking a few into her whirling blender.

I smiled and kept crunching crackers, turning them to powder between my fingers.

"I mean, exactly the right amount," she said, turning off the blender and facing me. "Enough for all my baking and then exactly enough left to make deviled eggs to fill this dish."

She wiped her hands on her apron and left the spinning blender blades to hold up a plastic serving dish. I looked up from my task and saw it was a round platter with grooves set in for about twenty eggs.

"Wow, that's cool," I said. "What a coincidence."

Alisha chided, "No, it's not a coincidence. It's because God understands." She smiled as she checked on her batter. "God loves me and He made sure I had enough eggs."


Later that evening, I was fixing dinner for my downstairs neighbors.

I would have survived without, but when I opened my egg carton and found just enough eggs for the baked macaroni and cheese I had planned, I felt God's love wash over me. Tears filled my eyes and I fell to my knees in a prayer of thanksgiving.

Such a simple thing. But God loves me and He made sure I had enough eggs.


*MARY* said...

Thanks for this sweet story; I'll never look at eggs the same way again.

mk said...

Maybe I need to repent; I never ever seem to have enough eggs for anything!


But I do have a wonderful husband who will always go to the store to buy me more if I'm running low.

Love you Carolyn! This blog is so good. It makes me happy every time I read it. I would like to see you soon-ish. Although, we probably won't be able to until after Thanksgiving ...

Carolyn said...

Oh, mk. I never have enough eggs for anything either. That's why it seemed so fortuitous that I would that same afternoon I have been talking about it with Alisha. I'm not trying to say that those who find they don't have enough eggs aren't loved by God. What I'm trying to say is that on that day, in that moment, it was like a sign.

Elder Bednar said, "I testify that the tender mercies of the Lord are real and that they do not occur randomly or merely by coincidence. Often, the Lord’s timing of His tender mercies helps us to both discern and acknowledge them."

Breezy said...

That is a cool story Carolyn. Thanks.