Devotions for 3.10.22 - Eggstra Special

Eggstra Special

No. These are NOT the missing eggs from last Easter. THOSE are still unaccounted for. THESE eggs were different eggs, but I get ahead of myself.


It started with making cookies in the basement with small children. Then Maggie had to go potty. Then Lark had to go potty. Then Ez had to go potty. So as I took the third kid in five minutes, I told the girls to play - and stay away from the ingredients we had gotten out to make cookies.


Ez and I were in the bathroom for a minute or so before two little girls wandered in, each with an egg in hand. “Daddy, look what we found. Can we help crack them?” I QUICKLY took the eggs, helped Ez finish going potty, and walked out to see Maggie and Lark now attempting to do laundry! They had untwisted the caps and were smelling the fabric softener and detergent, you know, as "smell inspectors" Maggie told me. I quickly put the eggs down, filled the washing machine, allowed one last sniff of each, then we turned the washing machine on.


Group efforts are exhausting.


But we were finally able to get back to the cookies. Except I couldn’t find the eggs. WHERE DID THE EGGS GO AGAIN?! When I started retracing my steps the steps became quite comically convoluted…but I found them and cookies were made. It was a frustrating experience.


But life is like that sometimes. In fact, life is MORE than “missing eggs frustrating” sometimes. Sometimes it is downright painful. It hurts. Badly.


Yesterday in devotions the speaker shared the quote, “Hurting with hope still hurts.” In John 11:33-35 it tells the story of when Jesus finally made it to where his good friend Lazerus was –and had just died. “When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled. And he said, ‘Where have you laid him?’ They said to him, ‘Lord, come and see.’ Jesus wept.” The speaker went on to talk about how the phrasing in the Greek is “sorrow upon sorrow,” which really challenged me as I know there are times when the sorrows just don’t seem to stop. And the perspective especially has been important for me–considering how many people around me and around the world are in the midst of sorrow upon sorrow MUCH greater than my own.


God knows our sorrows, cares for us, and desires for us to pull closer to him. He weeps with us. He cares for us. Whether simple things or life changing events. Praise God for his presence in our times of need.


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