I remember one time I was at the beach when I was a kid and I was playing in the sand and shells and had a handful of the beach like this picture.....only, my handful had a bunch of little tiny shells in it too. I asked my mom to point to the prettiest shell in my hand and she looked for a little bit and then said, "I like that little pink one!" Well, then it moved and we were both shocked and laughed....out of all the pebbles, sand and shells in my hands, she had pointed to my little pinky fingertip that was peeking through it all.
How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, You are still with me!
~Psalm 139:17-18
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