There is no doubt that these are eggs…right? Regardless of the color, the size, taste or any other characteristic, you can’t say that these aren’t eggs. I want to be that way. I’m pretty sure I sound a little crazy right now, but seriously, I want to be like an egg. I'm a pretty picky eater and I can honestly say there is not one other food item I can think of that keeps it's character like an egg. You can prepare an egg anyway you want, and people will still be able to say, "That's an egg". Eggs are really undeniable. I want to be recognized as who I am; like eggs are. Despite my circumstances or being shaken, scrambled, fried, over easy, boiled, poached, cracked, under developed, a reject of sorts, put in a box or container, just one in the number….all words, descriptions of how eggs are categorized or labeled. This is an amazingly vast list, but very true. And regardless of the descriptions or appearance, they are still known as eggs.
I want to be the same, no matter what...
Think about it, the eggs that are consumed for eating are really unfertilized yolks or under developed. There are stages in life that we are in that very same place…raw, lacking the final stage, you know, not quite ready. I honestly have felt like all of the adjectives that I have written above. I have felt shaken, scrambled, fried, over easy, boiled, poached, cracked, under developed, a reject of sorts, put in a box or container, just one in the number. A revelation came to me the other day that made me realize that the difference between me and those eggs was simple; CONSISTENCY. When I say consistency, I mean consistency in the sense of the uniformity or regularity of something; not the density or texture. The dependability or reliability of something is its consistency. The difference between me and a good ole egg is that no matter what that egg went through, how it tasted, how it looked or what condition it was in, shell or no shell, it was seen for what it was, an egg. I can’t always say that about myself…
I have had to reevaluate my life recently, and as much as I would love to believe that I am consistently recognized for who I truly am, a child of God, I’m pretty sure that I’m not. Why? Basically, because I’m really not consistent. I’m not always sure of who I am, who I belong to, what my purpose is and how I can fulfill that purpose. Notice, I said I’m not sure. That is where the issue lies. It’s not that I don’t know, because I know…it’s because I allow myself to become unsure.
I love that equation. Multiply perseverance by the sum of your trial and BIG faith and you get growth...wow. As I studied the first chapter of James, I learned a very valuable lesson: Our faith determines our attitudes and actions. Just read as James was speaking to the 12 tribes. His words of encouragement were meant to inspire them to gain wisdom and knowledge from their trials. To cherish the very opportunity they earned from the experiences. Learning to have a constant faith is key.
James 1:2-7, 12, 16-18
2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. 6 But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.
12 Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.
16 Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. 17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. 18 He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first fruits of all he created.
Don't let a little scramblin' change you...
In the season I am in right now, I am learning that faith equals consistency. The only time that I lack consistency is when my faith wavers. I don’t act like a daughter of the King when I doubt the promises that have been made to me. When I forget or misplace where my help comes from, it causes my witness, the very essence of who I am, to falter. When faith is lacking for us as believers, we become unrecognizable. When we allow ourselves to bounce up and down like a yo-yo being controlled by the strings of the world and our circumstances, we lose our identity in Christ. We become inconsistent. We don’t sound like Kingdom kids, we don’t look like Kingdom kids, and we don’t live like Kingdom kids. And we all know we become what we believe we are. Our belief determines our actions.
My most urgent prayer for my life right now and the prayer I have for believers all over the world is to be like a good ole farm fresh egg. I want to be who I am called to be, exude the spirit of the One who bled and died for me. I want to be recognized as one who stands firm on the rock of my salvation despite the conditions. If I am shaken, scrambled, fried, over easy, boiled, poached, cracked, under developed, a reject of sorts, put in a box or container, just one in the number, a different color or size, I still want people to recognize me as an “egg.” I want to go through all the phases of life, all the ways that life can cook me up, seasoning me, even changing my composition, knowing that in the end, I am still who I was born to be…In James 1:17 we are reminded that every good and perfect thing comes from the Father, who does not change. God is consistent. He never changes. He always provides and He is always with us. In the Word it tells us early on that we are made in His image, therefore I have no choice but to believe, and that it is in His will that I am to be just like Him. (Consistent and faithful) Thank you, Jesus.
My choice is to be consistent in everything I do. I choose to give God glory by honoring His faithfulness toward me. I will acknowledge Him in all that I do by trusting in His word and looking to Him for guidance in all things good and bad. I want my faith to be consistent.
I don’t want the highs and the lows to dictate my reactions or my life. I want to be recognized as the person God sees; the whole me, the called me, the “egg” me, the consistent me, the faithful me. If I have to be one of a dozen, I'll take that. Check this, though…how 'bout James was speaking to the 12 tribes, right? I made an egg reference by saying "one of a dozen"... (eggs usually come in a dozen) get it??? Dozen, 12 tribes..? I "crack" myself up! Oh my, another one!! (Side note: When I read this part to my husband he had a frightened expression. I suppose he didn't find that too funny, so if you don't it's okay...but I thought it was!!!!!) Ok, I’m done. ANYWAY, let’s all strive to be like eggs. It will be a most egg-cellent decision (shameless pun intended!)