"Come to me, all you who are weary
and burdened, and I will give you rest. 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."
(Matt 11:28, 29)
I'm not sure what happened to me today, but I am sure that somewhere I must have lost my mind. The evidence? I actually agreed to this strange plan devised by the two biggest schemers I know: My 10 year-old son and his 12 year-old friend. The scheme was this: I would drive the kids around while they delivered her papers, then I would take them all over to my house so that the two younger siblings could destroy the basement while the two older ones blew up eggs in my kitchen. I don't know what possessed me, but I was quoted as saying this plan was a go . . ..
Of course I never really believed they would blow up eggs in my kitchen, and perhaps this is what made me agree. But that is exactly what happened when the two schemers "cooked" an egg in my microwave! Tiny particles of cooked egg went everywhere in the microwave -- up in the fan, on top of the top, under the glass bottom -- literally EVERYWHERE! And it wasn't long before it was tracked throughout the kitchen as well!
Of course, the kids had to make an attempt at cleaning it up, and to her credit, my son's friend did a remarkably good job. But just how thorough can a 12 year old be, when her partner in crime (my son!) is declaring: "I don't know how to clean up a microwave! You do it!" In the end, I had to disassemble the entire machine and thoroughly clean each of its parts. It was a mess! It was a pain! And I hope the schemers learned their lesson well!
But the part that makes me question my sanity the most is that in the end, I actually thanked those two kids!
First of all, when it was all said and done, the microwave was a lot cleaner after the experience than it was before!
while all of this was going on, I was on the phone with a dear
friend, a new Christian lady who has a son just out of prison
for drug related crimes. He had been missing for five days, and
my friend felt in her heart that he had turned back to his
heroin. As we prepared to pray together, the vision of the
exploded egg overcame me. I quickly told my friend about
the mess in my kitchen, and God used this story to speak words
of courage and comfort to her heart, to assure her that if she
would hand the problem over to God, He would clean it up for
Friends, sometimes, just like that unfortunate egg, life just "blows up" in our faces. When it does, we are literally overcome by the "mess" it makes. Often we try to clean it up ourselves, and though we might do a pretty fair job on the surface, we usually manage to track the "mess into other areas of our lives in the process. To really clean up the mess, we need God. We need Him to disassemble all of the intricate "parts" and "pieces" of the problem and scrub out all the dirt. And when He is finished, the end result will be a lot cleaner than it ever was before life exploded!
Are there any eggs exploding in your lives, my friends? If so, take a moment to thank God for His greatness. Then hand Him the egg-splattered microwave and let Him worry about it. You can be assured that in the end, things will be better than they were before the problems arose!
Love in Christ,