I am an egg; I am a cracked egg; I have to stay away; I don’t want others to see my cracks. I am a cracked egg; I have no choice; I have to protect my cracks; I can’t let others touch my vulnerable cracks. I wasn’t born a cracked egg; I am an Omega-3 egg; Created with a special purpose, to be more nutritious, more healthy, and more valuable! Yet my shell is much thinner, I needed to be handled with care. My master wants to preserve me, make me into a salty egg. I was dropped inside a glass jar; I crashed into other eggs… I felt my shell cracking slowly, there is nothing I can do to stop it! Why? Why me? I used to be worth 3 times more than other eggs; Now I am worthless, just soaking in salty water, waiting to be throw away! I am not ready to ask -Why not me?! After what seemed forever, the master opened the jar, carefully scooped me out, gently wiped me clean, and deliberately placed me on a carton. I don’t understand it; there are other eggs in the jar, but I was the one chosen! My master started taking pictures of me, focusing on my cracks, saying how beautiful they are. I am just a cracked egg; I was chosen for a special purpose; I don’t need to hide my cracks now; everyone can see through my cracked shell. I don’t mind it anymore; hopefully they will learn as I did, to see from my master’s eyes: the beauty and usefulness of a cracked egg!
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.
The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. “God, how could you do this to me!” he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. “How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers. “We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.
It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground–it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of God. (Author Unknown)
(Not sure where I found this inspiration from.)