The Tuesday following Easter was my first day back to work since the miscarriage. We had a four-day weekend, which was really nice timing.
I was leading my class to lunch as I do every day and there was a broken robin egg all over the sidewalk. It must have fallen from a nest in the above branches. A child near the front of the line commented, "Ohhh, that poor little baby bird didn't even get a chance to live."
The comment hit me hard and I choked back the tears.
In my past 5 years of teaching at this building, I've never seen any broken eggs on the sidewalk. A few days later, a second broken egg appeared.
This time, rather than sadness, I felt peace.
God was giving me a sign.
He is in control and I'm going to have trust in Him.
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