Life can feel like a whirlwind. So many responsibilities, so little time, and a constant mental checklist running through our minds. That was one of those seasons for me.
One evening after grocery shopping, I was hurrying to get everything put away before my husband and son returned home. Bread, milk, eggs—one item at a time—until suddenly I heard bags sliding off the counter and crashing to the floor.
My heart sank.
The bag holding the carton of eggs had fallen. My first reaction was panic: “Oh no!” Almost instinctively, I blurted out, “God, I trust You with my eggs!”—words spoken more out of habit than conviction.
When I picked up the carton, it was already dripping. I set it on the counter, frustrated and discouraged. If I truly trusted God, wouldn’t I have calmly opened the eggs over the sink? Instead, I felt irritated—with myself and, honestly, with God.
As I talked quietly with Him about needing those eggs, about the grocery budget, and about how inconvenient this felt, I decided to salvage what I could. Seven eggs were cracked; five had survived. I poured the cracked eggs into a bowl and placed the others in the refrigerator, hoping to use the broken ones before they spoiled but I highly doubted that I would.
That night, I didn’t give the eggs another thought.
The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. After spending time with God, I realized I still had a little margin before getting ready for work. When I opened the refrigerator to pack my son’s lunch, I saw the bowl of cracked eggs—and suddenly, an idea formed.
I would make a “big breakfast.”
For weeks, my son had been asking for one. My answer had always been the same: “I don’t have time. Maybe this weekend.” But weekends came and went, filled with church and sports activities, and it never seemed possible.
That morning, it was.
As breakfast cooked, the smell of eggs, sausage, and biscuits filled the house, drawing my family into the kitchen. Smiles and thank-yous overflowed that morning—and when I shared the story of how the eggs got cracked, I gave God all the glory and then my son looked at me with wide eyes and said,
“Mom… God really does love me.”
In that moment, I realized God had done far more than provide a long requested “big breakfast”.
God had been faithful with my eggs.
He had allowed them to crack so something good could come from them. What felt like a small frustration was actually His gentle nudge, turning brokenness into blessing, and reminding a child—and his mother—that He sees, He hears, and He cares about even the smallest requests of our hearts.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28)
Note: The picture of the colorful eggs on the floor is brought to you by Happy our rabbit. He apparently got bored last night and pulled this basket of eggs down. He loves playing with them. I use them as gifts when I speak about this story. Each one says, “Trust God”! This little mess made by Happy is what inspired me to reshare this story. Sometimes “Happy”
can start messy!
Cracked eggs, just like life, can be messy but with God involved He promises to work it “all” together for the good! Talk to God 
about your messy, maybe painful, maybe seemingly hopeless situation, and He will work it for your good!
No matter how broken 
you may be or your situation may be, nothing is impossible for God to work good out of!
Heavenly Father,
I ask you today to do for others what you did for me. When my eggs made a mess , you made a message that I continue to share now for years. Use this egg story to touch the hearts of those who need to be comforted in their pain or strengthen in their faith. Show them your love and may they give you all the glory! In Jesus name I pray, amen
