Egg Shells

Every morning as I walk into my school, Hope Rising Christian Academy, I see something rather strange. On the grass, surrounded by the morning dew, is a huge weaved basket filled to the brim with empty egg shells. Now, at first glance, it's really just a basket of eggshells, but the more you observe, the more you see.

Hope Rising, in addition to being a school, is a children's home. Every morning, their kids munch  on OneEgg eggs, fueling them up for the day's schoolwork. Each one of those egg shells means a happy child. Each one means boosted cognitive function and ability in an academic environment.  As I stand here, getting a few strange looks for staring at a basket of eggshells, I can't help but be in awe of such a simple thing. But that's just it: Love is a simple thing. It can be in the form of a hug, or a smile, or, in this case, an eggshell.

It's really a small part of our huge world, but that basket means so much more than written words could say. It's evidence of provision from a loving Father and the still small voice of our great God. It's worth it all to find this wonder.

4 Responses

  1. Thank you Julie! Love your stories!!!
  2. You are so precious and giving!!
  3. So very true Julie. We take much for granted. Your words remind us all to be giving and loving and to share what we have with those who do not have even the basics.
  4. Love this story and the imagery. And you, Julianna!

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