We had an Easter egg hunt at church today. My youngest, who just turned three, had a hard time waiting for the end of the service (because, of course, he had spotted some of the eggs). When he was finally allowed to collect the eggs, he grabbed as many as his little hands could hold, and refused to eat them. He just clutched them until they started to melt, and I could not convince him that he would ruin them if he didn’t eat them soon.
It made me think. Is that how God sees us, with our fancy toys and money? Clutching as much as our little hands can hold, and not seeing the good we could do, if only we loosened our grasp a little?