Eggs and Good Intentions

A few weeks ago, I had one of those “I’m going to get my life together” moments and decided to make egg muffins.

You know the kind. The kind of breakfast that feels like a small act of adult responsibility before 9 a.m. The kind you see in a photo where the woman also clearly has matching Tupperware and a lemon tree somewhere in her kitchen.

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The recipe was simple enough: three eggs, a half cup of cottage cheese, and a half cup of shredded cheese.

I even had dried beef, and I thought, Perfect. Extra protein. Extra flavor. Very “look at me making good choices.”

Here’s what I did not think through:

I added the dried beef before I blended everything.

So instead of fluffy little golden egg muffins, we had pink eggs for breakfast.

Not light blush. Not barely tinted.

Pink.

I basically served a breakfast that looked like it belonged at a baby shower.

It was one of those moments where you just stand there with the blender still humming, staring at your own choices like, Well. This is who we are today.

But honestly, it gave us the best morning giggle.

And maybe that’s part of getting healthy, too.

Yes, protein matters. Yes, habits matter. But so does joy. The kind that shows up in an ordinary kitchen, in a simple recipe, and in the reminder that you can try your best and still end up with pink eggs.

Maybe grace looks a little like that, too.

Not polished. Not perfect.

Just real life, met with a little laughter.

And if the Lord can work with me, I’m pretty sure He can work with breakfast too.