I lay in the sand with sun on my back and dug up handfuls of sand grains, burying my toes.
I squeezed them and watched how they clumped together and fell apart.
I called my children to me, encouraging each one to pick up a handful and look closely at it.
"How many did you get?"
They couldn't answer me, of course.
Too many to count in each handful.
"Do you know that the Bible says that God's thoughts toward you are more than the sand?"
They looked in wonder at their handfuls.
"And this is only one beach."
"My frame was not hidden from thee,
When I was made in secret,
And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance;
And in thy book they were all written,
Even the days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was none of them.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:
When I awake, I am still with thee."