The Egg.

Many years ago when I was a Student, I also lived on my own. I'd been to see my Mum's and I'd asked her if I could take home an egg. Of course she said, “Yes” it was early evening and not many people were about and as I walked back to my home, I walked with extra care, for in my hands was the precious little egg. I watched my steps and and watched my hands, making sure I didn't squeeze too hard. This little egg was SO important to me, for without out it there would be no omelette or basic egg sandwich with cheese! It was my meal for the evening. All my concentration was on this egg. What would happen if I fell.....?

Then my thoughts turned to God, He holds me like this, with Care for I am Precious to Him, He won't trip or fall or squeeze me too tight, all His thoughts are towards Me.

In stark contrasts, last night late, my Son asked if he could make himself some eggs with beans and bread, of course I said, “Yes,” within a minute, two of the last four eggs was smashed on the floor! It didn't matter to him, for there was two more! It grieved me though, the lack of value and worth that he had, for he lives in a time of 'plenty.'

I've never forgotten holding my egg many, many years ago, yet the two eggs he dropped by accident, last night, very soon he had forgotten.