I was seriously wondering if this day would ever come. I think it’s been worse than watching paint dry…or waiting for water to boil. We have checked those nest boxes several times a day for at least the past month. We’ve even been traipsing through the woods where they like to hang out during the day and looking for eggs. Every time I would hear a hen clucking loudly, I would race out to the coop to see if she was laying. But all of this was to no avail.
Then it happened.
I told Lauren, as I did on many occasions over the past month or so, to go out and check on the chickens (this means to check the nest boxes and the woods for eggs). She came back in and said, “Still no eggs………………..just kidding!” She held out her hands with this perfect little brown egg…it was beautiful! I couldn’t believe it! We had finally been blessed with our first egg.
We have no idea who laid it, but I was sure to praise them as a whole – “Good job, whoever did this! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Lauren weighed it, and it weighs 1.6 ounces which is considered a “small” egg – but that’s ok – I’m fine with that. Bring on the small eggs…just keep bringing on the eggs!
Wanna hear the best part of this story?
Yesterday, my mom said she had felt compelled to pray that the Lord would bring forth the eggs (if you know my mom, you are not surprised)…so, I figured, “Good idea…why not?” Last night when Barry and I were in bed praying together, I said, “Lord, we are really ready to reap the harvest of the work we have been pouring into these chickens. We have been waiting and waiting, and now we are ready to see the fruit of our labor. Bring on the eggs!” I couldn’t wait to call Barry today and tell him God had answered our prayers!
Now, some of you may think that’s a silly thing to be praying for, but we don’t. Our God is a BIG God, and He is involved in every aspect of our lives. It’s amazing to us when we pray for something seemingly so trivial, and He answers. I think it is definitely one of the many ways He shows His magnitude and how concerned He is with even our minute details. After all, even the very hairs on your head are all numbered (Matthew 10:30)!
Anywho, we don’t know when we’ll get up the nerve to eat it. I just keep opening the fridge and admiring it…it’s just so perfect sitting there, who could dare crack it? Maybe after we get a few more and the new wears off, we’ll all have our favorite breakfast around here made with our beautiful eggs…
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