The Ant and the Bag of Sugar

I am like one small ant, sitting beneath a five-pound bag of sugar.
It is heavy—so heavy I cannot lift it, cannot even move it.
And yet, it is not crushing me.
It is sweetness pressed down, waiting to pour out.

So often, the blessings of God feel this way—too much for my tiny hands, too rich for me to contain. I am overwhelmed, not by sorrow or by trial, but by goodness. By His kindness that I cannot measure, by His love that outweighs me.

And here is the truth: I do not have to lift the bag.
I am not called to carry it.
I am called to sit under it, to receive from it, to taste and see that the Lord is good.

The weight of blessing is not a burden but a covering.
Even the ant eats crumb by crumb, sweetness without end.
So will I, in the presence of my God.

Scripture:
“You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” (Psalm 23:5)

Prayer:
Lord, even when I feel too small for Your blessings, remind me that You pour them out measure by measure, enough for today, enough for tomorrow. Teach me to rest under the sweetness of Your goodness, crumb by crumb, until eternity.
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