Yesterday, our family ate dinner downstairs by the fireplace, which has been more the normal than the occasion in this blustery winter-time. I found myself watching my dog Jack, scramble for the few crumbs that drifted off our plates. His attention, however, was not on us, but was set on the floor at our feet. A crumb of bread here, a piece of cheese there and he pounced on each one.
Because I love this little guy, I would have been glad to give Him way more than the little crumbles, but he never looked up at me in relationship, only at the ground in want.
It occurred to me that often, I am that way. I am constantly scanning the ground around me, looking and waiting for the blessings that may dribble from the plate of God. I guess, most of society is that way too. Only wanting what God gives and not God himself. We desire the goodness of God but are not willing to simply look into His face and know Him first. I think that if we did, our desire for the crumbs would be blanketed by the outpouring of His riches.
Grace gives more than we can ask or deserve.