Life Set Apart

Scrambled Eggs 

Today scrambled eggs had the definition of thankfulness in my book. It all started with 22 eggs. 4 mouths to feed. A large grocery bill. Massive amounts of food in the fridge. And an amount of eggs I always dreamed of cooking.

Scrambled eggs.

Sunday evening my husband was outside building my garden boxes. My son was in the yard running around while my youngest was taking a severely late nap. It was the day after daylight savings everyone’s schedule seemed off that Sunday afternoon. If you are a Mom, you know what I’m talking about. I was in the middle of deciding to get ahead of meal plans for the week. I was feeling anxious. I felt like I needed to plan and prepare something for the busy week that was ahead. Maybe this would cure some of the anxiety I was feeling? So I started scrambling some eggs. I wasn’t sure how many eggs I needed to make it through the week (and I can tell you now, it still wasn’t enough). You see, we now have a family of four. My two boys eat nearly the same amount of eggs every morning – one is nine months and one is 3 1/2. I was trying to do the math, threw out overthinking the number of eggs, and just decided to scramble two eggs, shy of two dozen. The pan was nearly full. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to scramble that many eggs in a pan. I wasn’t sure if they would splatter over, puff up too high. Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but as I was scrambling the eggs and seeing the quantity in the pan, my heart was overwhelmed…

My anxiety fled for a moment over a pan full of scrambled eggs.

My thankfulness overwhelmed me. I now have enough kids to have an overflowing pan of scrambled eggs.

I paused.

I saw the scrambled eggs.

I guess I always dreamed about having a family of at least four. I grew up in a family of four. Hopefully, God-willing, someday I’ll be writing to you about scrambling two pans full of eggs to prepare for a week full slow mornings and afternoons of games. But today, it’s just one large pan of more eggs than I’ve ever seen scrambled in my life. Our God is good that way. A whisper through some scrambled eggs. A mind turned from anxious to thankful. A household full of boys. A home filled with God’s provisions no matter the family size. Boys that eat like crazy. And a heart has turned a corner, one where I don’t wish for the easier grown-up days because now I truly never want to scramble less eggs (maybe pick a few less off the floor and out of their hair…) but not feeding fewer mouths.

Thank you God for Scrambled Eggs.