This morning as I was making my breakfast - a late breakfast in a quiet house on account of the sleep in I'd been gifted - I was feeling thankful.
Thankful for for my sleep in,
for quiet moments and unhurried breakfasts,
for the packet of bagels I 'discovered' in the bread basket,
and so on.
When I happened a second glance at the carton of eggs on my kitchen bench: 'Just 4 You'
Several thoughts ran through my mind in that moment, mainly about why and how the Egg Company decided on such an unusual name etc.
But once I'd stopped trying to work out the marketing justifications behind the peculiar branding I looked again.
This time I didn't see a message about eggs, or branding, or even breakfast.
This time I saw a reminder to keep my heart open in thankfulness. Not just on quiet mornings where I catch my breath, but on the harried ones too. The ones I'd prefer to avoid, the tough ones, the weary ones, the sad ones.
Because even on those days, I am given SO much. So many gifts whisper gently to my soul how dearly I am loved by God.
Thankful for for my sleep in,
for quiet moments and unhurried breakfasts,
for the packet of bagels I 'discovered' in the bread basket,
and so on.
When I happened a second glance at the carton of eggs on my kitchen bench: 'Just 4 You'
Several thoughts ran through my mind in that moment, mainly about why and how the Egg Company decided on such an unusual name etc.
But once I'd stopped trying to work out the marketing justifications behind the peculiar branding I looked again.
This time I didn't see a message about eggs, or branding, or even breakfast.
This time I saw a reminder to keep my heart open in thankfulness. Not just on quiet mornings where I catch my breath, but on the harried ones too. The ones I'd prefer to avoid, the tough ones, the weary ones, the sad ones.
Because even on those days, I am given SO much. So many gifts whisper gently to my soul how dearly I am loved by God.
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