So, my dog has his favorite toy. It is a donut shaped toy that squeaks when you squeeze it. He loves to play with it. He brings it to me and I throw it and he fetches it and the repetitive game continues.
But he also likes his rawhide bones. He has toys laying all over the apartment. He is worse than a toddler.
This evening I break out a fresh rawhide to give him. But he has his donut in his mouth. I could almost read his thoughts, “Oh what do I do, I want both.”
He couldn’t have the rawhide until he dropped the donut.
Isn’t this the way we are? God wants to give us something and we are reluctant to let go of what we have.