Eggs, Pastries, and Providence

She had a dozen fresh eggs—straight from her chickens— ready to bless some of our homeless friends. She’d gone downtown with a heart full of love and a carton packed with breakfast, but the delivery didn’t quite go as planned. She didn’t see me. I wasn’t where I usually am—even though I’d been near her, something I’d learn later. So, no clear path presented itself for her to pass them along.

Fast-forward a few hours, and I was speaking to a room full of beautiful, Jesus-loving ladies at a brunch, and I had no idea I’d missed the egg drop.

But God did.