We heat our home with wood. Mostly oak and pine. The pine is juicy. It takes much longer to cure before it is suitable to burn. So we cut it and chop it and stack it under shelter. We pull from the stacks as they are ready, moving a slow circle around the barn. Every piece of wood will be used, in its proper time.

Never once have we been impatient or ill toward the pine.

I wonder why we imagine God differently toward us.