So you’re wondering why I would name my blog “Sunny Side Up.”
Me too. When I finally sat down to start designing a blog I had a much different idea. A much loftier-super-spiritual sounding one. I decided I would try to update the title “My Utmost for His Highest” (Oswald Chambers’ super-with-a-capital-S daily devotional). I figured I could search for synonyms of “utmost” and “highest” in the thesaurus and come up with some clever modernized version.
Ha. My Extreme for His Supreme just wasn’t going to cut it. My Whole Enchilada for His Most Excellent was worse. Then there were the rabbit trail ideas I jotted down like: Super Size Me (ugh), and Over My Head (at least there’s truth in that). After about an hour of searching, brainstorming and getting increasingly frustrated I was feeling a lot less like super-spiritual woman and a lot more like…well…like me.
That’s when God took out the highlighter (I don’t even know what word I was searching) and there it was staring me in the face: “sunny side up.” I thought it was funny. And I needed a bit of humor in the middle of my super-spiritual quest to outdo Mr. Chambers. I think that’s when I got the message from God—“that’s the point” (or something like that). We all need to take time out from trying to be super-spiritual and sit down just as we are, messed up morning hair and all, and have breakfast with Jesus. He’s an expert chef you’ll remember—cooking breakfast for Peter on that beach…after Peter really messed up.
That’s love. Jesus making me breakfast on the beach after the worst mess up day of my life. And every other day too. Sometimes the words He feeds me don’t look too appetizing, but they are the manna I live on; His presence the air I breathe.
So Sunny Side Up it is. I like it. It’s happy, a little off the wall, and a lot like God to humorously point out to me that an Oswald I’m not.
UPDATE: After the first few months of posting as a breakfast themed blog my dear friend Becky sent me cards and a mousepad with the artwork you see on the page now. Daffodils are my favorite and a symbol of my journey growing from the dark into Jesus’ glorious light. So on Easter day 2011, resurrection day, the day Jesus gave me new life, I changed the theme to match the new life I have found in Jesus. Sunny Side Up is where I want to be, to grow and to become all He has for me to be.
For the sake of history, here’s the blog post that got me started:
Sunny Side Up (not scrambled)
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.
© Linda Crawford, Sunny Side Up (not scrambled), 2011. All rights reserved.