Holding a handful of sand, it seems impossible to count the number of grains that fall through my fingers. Standing on the beach and looking towards the headland I cannot imagine that there is even a number to represent the grains of sand on this beach alone. How amazing that the thoughts of God about me outnumber the grains of sand on every beach. Psalm 139: “How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They outnumber the grains of sand!”
