There is a beach somewhere in the cosmos with my name on it.
White glistening sand against the background of galaxies and stars and planets.
I’ve been picturing it a lot lately.
Sounds cold, being in space but don’t worry – it’s a balmy 89 degrees on this beach and there is always a perfect breeze.
I’d invite you to come to my space beach with picture perfect sand and temperature controlled atmosphere but you have your own.
This beach is just for me and God to stroll on.
And each and every grain of sand that squishes through barefoot toes is one of his thoughts towards me.
They are thoughts always for my good.
Thoughts about how he sees me.
Plans and things we are going to do.
I pick up a grain of sand and and hold it between my finger and thumb. I roll it around for a minute and then I gaze into it. It’s a thought that says, He loves me.
I pick up another one and it’s a memory, I’m crying and he tells me it’s going to be okay and he bottles my tears up because not a one of them is wasted.
I pick up another one and I see that God has big dreams for me, dreams that he can’t wait for me to unwrap.
Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I’ll never comprehend them!
I couldn’t even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Psalm 139:17-18a (MSG)
What are you waiting for?
Your beach is the next one over.
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