“How precious also are your thoughts to me, O God? How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand, when I awake, I am still with you.”
Sitting in my beach chair, I lift my feet slowly out of the sand digging up with my toes. Sand, thousands of grains of sand, smoothly slide between my toes and down my feet and back to their home on the beach joining the infinite number of other grains of sand that cover the warm Gulf Coast. Imagine that the precious thoughts of our amazing God for you and for me are more in number than the sand that covers every beach in the world. I lean forward and scoop up a handful of sand and try to separate out the pieces to count just a few, but I grow weary after I reach one hundred and the number only takes up a space smaller than the eraser on a pencil! His thoughts of me are more than the numbers of grains of sand! As I look down the beach at the miles of beach stretched out before me, basking in the sunset that God has painted perhaps just for me, the miles of beach that stretch out before are illuminated by the pink glow of the setting sun. No one can begin to number the grains of sand that it takes to cover just this one beach. Neither can anyone, especially me, begin to number the precious thoughts my sweet heavenly Father has for me. I am amazed at this very thought. What are those thoughts He has for me? What does it matter? He thinks of me!!!