We searched everywhere. Under the house, in old pipes, around the sheds. No matter how hard we hunted, there was still one egg missing. Normally, this wouldn’t have mattered, but since we used both boiled and plastic eggs, it could mean the difference between stink or no stink.

            I’ll never forget Monday morning. My brother and I jumped into the van and my mom cranked it up. WHOOSH. The “lost” egg zoomed right out of the tailpipe and the giggling ensued.

            Sunday, as we gathered with family, my mom and I hid plastic eggs for the boys. Even though we checked behind ourselves, we still could not find five of the eggs. We combed the area and had no luck, so we gave up for the day.

            Reflecting on our hunt, I wonder if we would have given up so quickly had we been using boiled eggs. Just the possibility of long-term stench would have pushed my searching a bit longer and harder.

            Which made me ponder about the way I search for answers to the important pieces of life. When depression hits, am I wholeheartedly seeking a way out, no matter what or how long it takes? When I’m dissatisfied with my weight, how hard am I working on meal plans and healthy habits? When I’m tired and weary, am I examining my commitments and setting scheduled rest and bedtimes? Do I seek out the important fixes in life as if my life would carry a stench unless I kept searching?

            That last question puts a new spin on things. If I am not devoted to seeking the “hidden eggs” for my life, eventually the stink will become evident. Unaddressed areas. Overlooked sins. Forgotten best practices.

            How about you? Are you hunting those lost Easter eggs? Or are you leaving them to rot and create a stench? I don’t want to stink. Do you?