"Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." ---John 14:6
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Yearning For An Egg Separator
Yesterday I began feeling so much better! Reminded me of one of those "suddenly verses" from the Bible, though tweaked. Like, "And suddenly there was with Debra, a host of happy thoughts and sunny skies inside her head." Suddenly things felt different than they felt the day before. (Let that bring you hope, ok?)
So here's another lighter side post, one I originally shared years ago here.
Okay, so while I was in high school, my mom had one of those Tupperware egg separators like the one in the photo above. By the time I was married at the ripe old age of 19, that's all I knew. I mean, how else did one separate eggs other than to use the Tupperware thing?
Fast-forward two years and there I was at a Tupperware party at our pastor's house, surrounded by ten, or so, giggling women, dressed in their red-and-yellow-plaid best. Immediately we played one of those famous Tupperware games--if you did something correctly, you could take a little Tupperware prize from the coffee table. But then if someone else did whatever-it-was correctly, they could snatch away your little Tupperware prize from your hand.
This went on and on for some time.
Well, what I took from the coffee table was an egg separator. Weeks before this party, I'd moaned in my little yellow kitchen because separating eggs without a handy-dandy Tupperware egg separator was becoming too, too complex (I'll spare you the details as to how I was attempting to separate eggs at that time).
So (back to the party), there I sat with the egg separator, only everyone kept walking over to me and grabbing it away! That separator appeared to be THE hot item at that party. They'd snatch it from me, and then I'd snatch it from them. And so forth, amid much laughter.
Then the game ended.
But there was to be no egg separator for me, for we'd run out of time before I could win it back. But honest, even though those were the days when my feelings could get hurt over anything, I felt just a tad bummed-out, but by the next morning, I'd completely forgotten that little yellow thing which would have made my life complete. ジ
Yet that following morning--that's when it began!
One by one, a couple hours apart, three women from the party knocked on my front door, each one holding an egg separator. The first woman handed me the one she'd won at the party and told me she just liked to separate eggs the old-fashioned way, after all (and I, being too prideful to look stupid, avoided asking her just what the old-fashioned way was). But I accepted the separator and thanked her for being so sweet.
Each of the other two ladies (appearing rather sheepishly repentant) brought me their own separators from their homes, and each woman and I laughed after I explained all this giving-of-the-separators which was going on!
What a fun day, a memorable one, and I enjoyed telling Tom about it when he later arrived home from work.
The lesson? Sometimes if we can simply keep a good attitude and trust God for the things we need (not clawing, impulsively purchasing or whining), we might just be surprised by one of His delightful little miracles--and observe that He can speak to others' hearts better than we can.
Oh, and now, 26 years later, every time I use my Tupperware egg separator (or separate an egg the old-fashioned way), I always remember this story and smile with the memory.
And I'd rather have it no other way.