I had planned to scramble some eggs this morning for my seven year old daughter because she has been complaining of headaches mid-morning at school. I believe she is hungry or at least having withdrawal headaches because she is accustomed to eating snacks, but second graders are not allowed a snack time at school. However, Big Sister decided she didn’t want eggs this morning and chose another source of protein to go along with her cereal and fruit, but the little girls still wanted eggs. I asked Big Brother if he wanted any, and he said no. We only had seven eggs, so I scrambled them all, planning on eating some myself.
As I was serving the little girls, Big Brother decided he wanted some eggs after all, and I felt it would be selfish of me not to share, so I gave him most of what was left. Once the little ones had been fed and cleaned up and the big kids were off to school, I ate what little eggs were left in the now room temperature pan as I looked upon my son’s plate of mostly uneaten scrambled eggs. I wondered why I had sacrificed for him and why mothers in general sacrifice so much of their wants and needs for their children’s desires. Our children don’t seem to appreciate or even realize how much we sacrifice for them.
This made me think of how much God has sacrificed for us–His one and only Son–and how, just like children, we often fail to appreciate or realize the cost of His sacrifice. I can’t imagine giving my son’s life to save someone else’s life, but God did just that and provided a way for everyone to be saved if they will only accept His gift and acknowledge Jesus Christ as Lord.
Wasted scrambled eggs pale in comparison with His sacrifice.