Pushing my fingers deep I grasped as many grains of sand as I possible could. The salty and gritty bits poured through my fingers in funnels and rivers. Raking the specks I move the countless grains back and forth. I was suddenly arrested by the idea that all the numberless micro pieces of rock and sea life were in fact counted by my God. He knows every.single.grain. With the sand running through my hands, unable to be grasped, I realized that I can’t really fathom God either. I can’t grasp the idea of who he is and what he has done. I can push thoughts and ideas about him around in my mind but most of them just don’t stick. Then I see that a few pieces of sand are still pressed into my finger tips and I know. I know that God in his kindness allows us to see the important bits he wants us to see right now if we are willing to just look. Because if we could grasp who God is fully our minds would be blown. We literally couldn’t contain it. And so he calls us to see the individual grains of sand, the pieces that he presses onto our hearts for us to enjoy. I don’t know how many pieces of sand I touched yesterday, but I know I want to keep reaching out.
“To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.” William Blake
P.S. Oooo I totally clapped my hands when I saw it was a special numbered post day 3,4,5…I’m like a little kid when it comes to numbers….
Edit: Soooo I totally got off on numbering my posts and this post wasn’t actually 345…
(Photos by: Christa Taylor)