Eggs come from the refrigerator!

Ezra was a little boy, three or four years old by the time I met him, but haven't forgot what I learn from him. I know you're probably thinking: what possible could you learn from a boy with that age?-Well, kids are truly good teachers and you have no idea how cute he was. Now, you have to understand that I love children, to me they are so precious and unique with everything they do and/or say.

I was helping Denise, a teacher in a Christian school at New Jersey, in 2007 when I was living there; I was going for a few hours to the school and at the same time, I was taking the decision of going back home, (Colombia) even though I was talking to this wonderful man who nowadays is my husband. I had a few, but good reasons for not going back but there was no way I could get another visa and did not want to stay here as illegal. One of my good reasons was that I had a job, I was working as an Au pair and I knew that I could not get a job in my country, go to university and pay one more year of classes that I had left. I told God that and He gave me a great lesson through Ezra.

It was a sunny morning and Denise told me that we were going to take the children to play outside, so we did. They had a little play ground and I remember there was a fence so they won't go over the street or the grass area. Ezra was playing in the sandbox when he started saying: "an egg, an egg, I see an egg"-he was right, just across the fence there was a pink egg, fake egg of course; it was one of those eggs that people hide on Easter and that was the beginning of the whole conversation. He looked so excited and happy because as he told me, eggs were their favorite for breakfast; he even told me how he liked them and guess what he have had that morning for breakfast? Eggs!
Kara, another little one got into the conversation because she liked eggs too. I thought it would be nice to explain to them, that what they were seeing was a fake egg and they understood and agreed with me; the discussion got better when I asked them where the eggs come from...As a teacher I thought that I was doing good question them rather that telling them the answer, but what happened was that I was the one getting an answer.

Ezra answered me that eggs come from the refrigerator, and of course, Kara agreed with him; I told them the whole story of how eggs come from hens, my whole explanation was pretty good, according to me, but Ezra was getting upset because I was wrong. While seeing that he was about to cry, I asked him, why he believed that eggs come from the refrigerator and he answered me; "because mommy always get them from there"- ok, so I explained to him that mommy needed to buy the eggs before putting them there, but he did not believe it and that was the end of the discussion just because I had no clue what else to say. I couldn't believe it, but it didn't matter what I was saying, he knew where mommy got the eggs from; that was the important part for him, he was not analizing everything as I was, he was trusting his mom without even getting worry or frustrated because of what his teacher was saying and Kara just agreed with him, why? because that was what she knew about eggs and her mom used to do exactly the same...got the eggs from the refrigerator!
We went back into the classroom and I drove back home; while driving I was listening to some worship music and asking God about what had happened with Ezra and Kara, I just couldn't believe it, was I getting crazy? They were upset for me telling them the truth...according to me of course, but it is true, we got the eggs because of the hens, right?
This was the Lords answer: "I want you to believe in me without questioning, just as they both believe in their moms, I want you to believe in me, don't worry, don't even think about how are you going to get the money to finish your University, I am your Father, I will supply; you probably don't see where the money is coming from and that's why Ezra don't worry about breakfast time, he knows for sure, that mommy will get eggs for him and he knows that she always get them from the refrigerator, but he doesn't worry thinking about how mommy works, and he doesn't ask her where she buy them or if there is hens or not, he knows and trust that there is always eggs. I will provide, just trust me"

I got home and opened my Bible into the following verse: "And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven" (Matthew 18:3) WOW! I understood in that moment that it was God's plan for me to go back home, I understood that trusting God was more important that anything else.

-Have you ever seeing children worry because there is no food in the house? No, because they know that mommy and daddy will give them something to eat.
-Have you seen children worry because Christmas is coming and there is no money? No, because they all think about the presents that their parents are getting them, they don't think if there is job or not, they know that their parents love them and will get them something.
-Have you seen them rising up their hands to their parents? Yes, because they want to be carry through when they are tired, when they want a hug, or just when they want to rest.

We need to be like children, trusting that the Lord is going to provide even though there is no possible way in our minds, and trusting that when we rise up our hands, He is ready to pick us up and carry us through.
I am trusting that my Father is carrying my husband and I through my cancer time, through Craig's sickness days, through our sad days and also in the happy ones. I trust Him and I know that He lives, He hears my cry and answers each one of my prayers.

Eggs come from the refrigerator, as simple as that!
I did finish my University studies, last year in Colombia, God did provide!