I like my eggs scrambled, not sunny side up. They’re too messy. And take too much effort to get them cooked just right—not too runny and not too hard. (Are they ever really perfect?) Plus, they get put on gross things like corned beef hash, ham, steak, or potatoes. In Japan they eat them with soy sauce. Yuck.
Besides, I prefer cereal for breakfast. A little milk and sugar and I’m good to go.
But I’ve got a new cook in my kitchen lately. And he wants me to start my day differently. Less groggy comfortable routine, and more “here, try this new recipe.” Like sunny side up eggs…which I hate. Well, that’s an overstatement, but I really don’t care for them much. Like I said, they’re messy, and different, and I want to eat the things I want to eat…
Some mornings it feels like Gordon Ramsey has invaded my life and “Hell’s Kitchen” is my reality show. Except Gordon “bleeps” too much. My chef is much kinder and patient, but still puts food in my face that I find hard to eat. Like this dish:
Moreover [let us also be full of joy now!] let us exult and triumph in our troubles and rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that pressure and affliction and hardship produce patient and unswerving endurance. Romans 5:3 (Amplified Bible)
Yuck. Eggs with soy sauce is what that looks like to me.
I’m in affliction. I deal every day with the pressures and hardships of life. And I don’t feel like being “full of joy NOW!” Especially before my first cup of coffee.
But there it is, today’s menu from the head chef of my life. And He says “Here, eat this, it’s good for you.” Day after day, no matter how much I protest, sometimes ignore, or occasionally even refuse, He shows up with the “manna du jour.” And I’ve discovered an interesting thing—the worse I think it tastes, the sweeter the fruit it turns into in my life. That’s right, it’s the yucky stuff that’s the best for me. But I’m also starting to realize that what looks sweet most of the time still has those eggs underneath…because:
Every part of Scripture is God-breathed and useful one way or another—showing us truth, exposing our rebellion, correcting our mistakes, training us to live God’s way. Through the Word we are put together and shaped up for the tasks God has for us. 2 Timothy 3:16 (The Message)
So every word I eat is meant to help me “shape up” for the tasks God has for me… Sounds like miracle food—nutrition and exercise in every bite!
So even though Wikipedia says sunny side up eggs have declined in popularity in the U.S., I’m going to try to eat them every day. And maybe, just maybe, my life will be a little less scrambled.
Thanks for having breakfast with me today. It was yummy.
Read Why Sunny Side Up? The story of how this breakfast blog got started.
Read Why I Write (Trust me, it’s not for the money.)
Read About Linda Then tell me you like me. It helps me eat less chocolate.