The water bottle I have in my office has a “small” opening for when I need to refill it. I say small, because when I go to the fridge’s ice dispenser to put ice in it, I have to use my hands to guide the burst of ice cubes into the opening – and I can only press the button for a second at a time, otherwise ice overwhelms my hands and fall to the floor.
(fyi I find the above gif quite disturbing for some reason, but it’s the closest thing I could find)
I press the button to get just enough ice, and get frustrated when too much comes out too fast and are wasted on the floor. Yeah, that’s right, I’m one of those people who won’t put dirty ice in my water. For some reason I think it’s disgusting, even though you’ll easily find me picking up food I dropped on virtually any floor and eating it. Unless I’m desperate, that ice goes into the sink to melt away. Or if one of my kids is around, they’ll run up excitedly to get it in their mouth before I can toss it.
I think God’s blessings are the same as this ice. When I ask God to bless me, I expect those blessings to happen in a certain way at a certain time, and so my openness to His blessings is small. When He gives me the blessings I need instead of the blessings I want, I don’t have the capacity to accept them and they fall away from me. And instead of recognizing them as blessings, I toss them aside unused.
Which is where having a child-like faith is needed – a child doesn’t limit God’s blessings and just takes whatever they can get.
I love it, Great analogy!
Melting ice…I don’t eat ice off the floor either….