I remember the 1st time I heard that phrase. It was over 10 years ago, T.D. Jakes. I remember the growl in his voice when he made the declaration.
Let me explain …
Imagine dropping an egg on the floor. Picture the shattered shell, the yellow yoke losing its form,surrounded by the egg white. It’s not like dropping a puzzle. It may take some time, but you can put the pieces back into their proper place. But an egg … it’s different. Imagine taking some crazy glue and trying to repair an egg. It’s an interesting visual isn’t it?
As 2017 slipped into the past and the sun rose on 2018, I found myself thinking about that sermon. How devastating it can be when an egg slips from our hand. Sometimes we try to catch it on the way down, we might even accomplish a temporary grasp, only to feel it slip from our feeble grasp again and hit the ceramic tile “crack” …
It seems silly to think about trying to pick it up and put it back together again. But that is what we sometimes do. An egg can represent relationships, responsibilities, possessions …
Perhaps you are carrying one or two eggs that would be of no consequence if they fell. There may be a couple that would be really disappointing to lose. But there are likely a few that would be devastating if they slipped from your grasp.
How will I ever get another job like the one I just loss? My heart will never heal from the pain and rejection caused by my divorce. I will never trust anyone again after being betrayed by my dearest friend. Staring at the shattered mix of shell and yoke, it can be hard to imagine how your life can ever feel whole again.
Sometimes we simply get stuck. But Psalm 37:23 says, The LORD directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of (our) lives.
Some time ago, I lost a 15-year relationship, a job I loved, and my house burned down in consecutive years. A few other things happened concurrently and subsequently but … let’s just go with these as the highlights. I remember thinking, I might get past this, but I will never get over it.
I was desperately trying to hold my broken life together. Why had all of this happened, why did it all hurt so bad, and why doesn’t anyone understand that my smile is only masking an intense pain that I cannot even describe.
Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
In my suffering, I was right about one thing, my life would never be the same. Back then, it was not possible to imagine today.
But, it required me to do something I thought would kill me. I had to let go of all those shattered shells. This was no easy feat. Letting go made me feel bare, naked, exposed … I felt vulnerable, which I hate (and it is probably why I was holding on, in the first place). But I also felt lighter, open …
Once I threw all of the brokenness into the disposal and washed my hands, God could give me what he wanted me to have.
In previous years, my New Year’s resolutions were about business goals, discretionary time, etc.
But this year, my goal is to recognize when an egg has broken. Mourn it for a brief season (if I must), and then go get a mop!
Gia Suggs, EdD, MPA, MA is an Organization Development Consultant. She manages a private practice and is a Distinguished Adjunct Professor at Olivet Nazarene University located in Bourbonnais, Illinois. Dr. Gia is also the author of Onboarding; Maximizing the Success of New Employees & Shattering the Glass Ceiling; How to Break Through Without Breaking Down (both available on Amazon.com).
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