This morning I was there, in the kitchen, frying eggs. There’s something tricky about making the perfect fried egg. They never seem to flip right for me. I blame the pan, it’s too small, or the spatula, it’s too wide.
But this morning I flipped a perfect egg. And I learned a lesson in patience.
I realized that much of my trouble comes from flipping the eggs too soon. I worry about burning the bottom so I flip as soon as I see them turn white. But they’re not ready yet. So they fall apart or slide off the spatula, and the results are usually not pretty.
This morning I let them cook a bit longer. I let the white really fill in, almost to the yolk. Then I flipped. And it was perfect.
In that moment, gently as He does, the Lord began to speak to me about those eggs. How much harder I had been making this because I flipped too soon. How much harder do I make other things because of my lack of patience? I rush and I worry, I open doors that were never meant to be opened. I struggle with waiting.
The waiting is hard, but if we will just wait – His timing is always perfect. And we will never have to worry about burning the bottom.