What egg-xactly are you up to, God?

“I don’t see any eggs in the front yard, Mom,” my niece Olivia reported as they pulled into the driveway. “The Easter bunny must have put them out back!” As Olivia hopped from the car, my sister and her husband Nate panicked.

“We forgot to hide the eggs!” they exclaimed, realizing that a very excited six year old was about to be disappointed. Time for Plan B: “You take care of the eggs,” my sister Andrea instructed, “and I’ll distract Olivia. In ten minutes try to empty the basket.”

So that’s how it went, smooth as silk, for a little while. Olivia hung up her Easter dress and put on some serious egg-hunting attire. She was ready. Ready and fast. Somehow, Miss O slipped away from her mom and peeked through the glass door. With her sweet face pressed against the pane, she screamed in horror at the stark truth before her.

No way around it, really: Nate was caught red-handed, holding a half-empty basket as he searched for the perfect spot for a purple egg. What an unexpected shock! The great Easter bunny hoax had been cruelly revealed with sneaky Dad to blame. With a sigh, Andrea scooped up her heartbroken baby and prepared to explain.  

Then Olivia piped up, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Daddy’s taking all the eggs,” she wailed. “The Easter bunny left them for me, but Daddy’s finding them all! His basket is almost full! Mommy, why is he taking my eggs?”

Bless her little perspective-challenged heart. She had it all wrong, my tear-stained niece. Nate wouldn’t dare take her eggs. He loves her too much! But Olivia couldn’t comprehend all this with her limited understanding. In her eyes, Daddy was taking away the good stuff, not giving it. Which got me thinking.

How often have I peeked at my circumstances and sobbed at what I thought was happening? “God, don’t take my eggs! I wanted that opportunity, so why did the door slam shut? And the guy of my dreams walked away; bring him back! I thought you were generous, Lord, but I feel like you’re robbing me blind!”

Just like Olivia, though, I was wrong. Maybe you’ve been wrong, too. Our Father wants nothing but good for His devoted daughters. In fact, He’s constantly presenting eggs—bright, shiny ones filled with spiritual goodies—for all His cherished kids. Here’s what Jesus said about The Ever Abundant Eggs-travaganza:

            “What man is there among you who, when his son [daughter] asks for a loaf, will give a stone. Or if he [she] asks for a fish, he will not give a snake, will he? If you then … know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to them who ask Him!” (Matthew 7:9-11).

 If you are a Heavenly Daddy’s girl—one who honors Him with your time, thoughts, and actions—then when life seems unfair, something else is going on. Remember that failed opportunity? It wasn’t what you thought, trust me. (Better yet, trust Him.) And that boy who hit the road? There are plenty of fish eggs in the sea basket. God has something better planned, so go ahead and peek: Watch Him trade those flimsy plastic ones for beautiful porcelain prizes!

Now a quick word about rotten eggs. You know, the ones that appear and make life difficult. Sometimes they’re unavoidable: This world is imperfect, and other people’s choices can hurt. Satan is also lurking, hoping to tarnish your treasure (Don’t let him. Quote Ephesians 6:11-18, and send him running like a scared rabbit). Sometimes rotten eggs are hatched in our own hearts: I’ve felt the consequences of rebellion, but God has offered to remove the ickiness quickly, before the smell sticks around.

Even stinky eggs, though, can be salvaged with a supernatural touch. He’s in the recycling business, this loving Father of ours, so relax and trust what He’s up to: “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).

Happy Resurrection Day, worthy daughters. He loves. He lavishes. He lives!


One thought on “What egg-xactly are you up to, God?

  1. Donna Dundee says:

    I loved the Olivia Easter story. We are actually going to use it with our Sophomore Bible study group Wednesday night.
    Donna Dundee

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