There is something about holidays that brings out my crazy.
Our church has a gathering after the Easter services to greet guests and visit with other members. We all bring a plate or two of hors d’oeuvres to share and I always bring my
(practically famous in my small church)
However, as fate would have it, my boiled eggs did not want cooperate with me. The shells stuck to the egg white like they’d been super-glued. Big hunks of egg came off with the shells leaving me with the ugliest looking things I’d seen since I tried to cut my own hair.
I looked at those pitiful eggs and had a decision to make.
Take ugly eggs to church or take nothing.
The voice in my head chided
You can’t take those!
They look awful!
No one will eat them.
They aren’t worth taking.
Maybe you should stay home if that’s the best you can do.
I have learned to recognize the
lies my enemy uses to try to defeat me.
I put on the armor of God because