When Will We Grow Up?

I was noticing the clouds this morning as I sat out on the porch and the sun rose in the eastern sky. The wind was gently pushing puffy, cotton ball clouds generally to the south, and as they changed shape and the sun rose, the sky changed its appearance almost constantly.
I thought of God using the heavens as a canvas, having fun with His creation of clouds, wind, sun, and water. I thought about Him moving this cloud here…making that cloud come between the sun and another cloud…causing shadows and hues to fill the sky. I wonder if He thought about how many people were actually taking the time to watch Him paint the sky and bring forth a true miracle…the begetting of another day.
God indeed is faithful. He makes the sun to rise, the wind to blow, the sky to drop rain. And He does it all regardless of whether anyone in His creation is paying attention to His handiwork or not…whether anyone in His creation pauses to thank Him or not. He’s like the traffic cop that’s always on the beat or the ambulance attendant that is always at the ready. He’s like the electricity, natural gas, and water that we’ve come to just expect each time the furnace comes on, the light switch is flipped, or the tap is turned.
And we treat Him just as we treat those things. We’ve come to expect perfect days, just the right amount of rain, and temperatures not too hot or cold. Then we gripe when it isn’t just the way we want it. When will we ever grow up?