Manna from Heaven: whiners?

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Nine hours and counting.
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Every year I read through my One Year Bible, and it doesn't take a whole lotta time before I really start getting frustrated with mankind.
To start with? God let us run around naked in a post-Pangean paradise, eating almost anything we wanted (note: vegetarians were not considered a bit off at that time), and rules were limited to only one biggie.

..and we blew it up.

And then there was Noah's generation, so nasty that the loving Creator decided to flush the whole lot.

But my greatest "Rrrharrr!" moments come when I read myself into the script of Israel's biography. Here is a people who are unreasonably nominated to be God's very chosen people, who He keeps from starving to death by means of jacket jealousy in this amazing convoluted, perfectly planned plot, who then decide to hang out in Egypt long enough to be considered immigrant workers, and are treated as such. The get tired of the Man, so God sends Moses to take them back to their homeland, but the employers don't want to give up their laborer class, so there's this jedi battle thing with toads and hail and gnats, which are apparently significant, and they finally cross the river, this time not even getting their backs wet. They wander toward God's goal for them in a land where Moses has previously led gregarious creatures, but it was a hard land, so God had to do some miraculous stuff to provide food and water for them.

But my favorite part is Manna: God makes some organic alternative to tortilla chips show up at breakfast time every work day... all Israel has to do is pick it up and eat it or cook it or whatever.

And Israel complains. They whine about BREAD THAT FREAKING JUST CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN SO THEY DON'T STARVE TO DEATH!

One of the greatest gifts God ever gave humanity was the reality that I'm not God and don't have access to the smite button.

Because after experiencing the worst drought in history to which we lost about half our forests, entire communities were placed on water-rationing, livestock perished horribly from starvation and thirst, and fires ravaged the tinder-like pineries of Texas...
... I would probably smite the next person who complains about this gift of rain, soaking us now for almost ten hours of replenishment.
Dear Jesus, thank you for showing us the Love of the Father. We have a long way to go, because we are no different from Israel during their walk-about, and we consider blessings to be curses-- that's how foolish we are. Thank you for understanding: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
Boom.
Encouragement.