I have a parrot named Bonkers, an African Gray to be more specific, I enjoy him being around and have tried for months now to get him to be friendly to me, I talk to him, give him treats, and scratch his beak, I have been slow but deliberate in seeking his trust. I do not want him to bite me.
Others in the house have been willing to be bit. In doing so, they have progressed much faster in getting to pet and hold Bonkers. After receiving two or three solid bites, my oldest daughter and husband can pick Bonkers up and scratch him as much as they want. They have little fear or concern about it.
I wonder sometimes if I am like Bonkers to God. I want and accept most of the treats. But occasionally, for no rational reason I just snap at the hand trying to bless me. If I would settle down and trust the one trying to bless me, we would both be blessed. The hand I snap at is the one wanting most to bless me, care for me, and be kind.