A friend from church gave us a dozen of his farm-fresh, BROWN eggs!
Eggs are eggs. They taste wonderful whether they are white or brown. (I had to convince the kids of this before they would eat them!) But still. I am so excited to have brown eggs.
When I was a kid, I had Rhode Island Red hens. They laid brown eggs. Having my own chickens was special to me, probably because dad wanted me to raise them, and he went to all the work to build me a chicken coop (it was very unique!). I even wrote about how many eggs my chickens laid every day in my diary when I was 10!
I wonder how many times I could have made someone's day by following through with a thought of kindness. Sometimes I think of kind actions, but life is busy. And the action seems too little to be of great significance. So I let busyness push aside thoughtfulness.
Eggs are now my call to thoughtfulness. To follow through! Whenever I take an egg out of the carton, which is quite often, I want to remember the significance of a little act of kindness. And act!


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