(photo credit: Royce Bair)
I have an on-going battle in the house – me against the sand. I’m not winning. I seem to spend endless time on the weekends brushing up and vacuuming up sand from the floors. We live in a sandy area and it is windy at the movement. Also we have a sandy girl in the house who swiftly runs from sandpit to sofa without a shake in between. Even on Saturday I made myself some almond bread – a little assistant ran through and insisted on stirring – when I munched my bread later there were little gritty bits of sand throughout!
But yesterday I decided to change my attitude towards my current pet peeve. It is like trying to keep your house sand free in the Sahara. So instead I have changed my thinking – instead I will look at the grains of sand that are plaguing me as a reminder:
Psalm 139 17-18 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.
So as I sweep up the sand, wipe it from a little girl and munch some in my sand-which I will choose to be reminded of how amazing God thoughts are, how many they are and how some of those thoughts are about me. An everyday reminder that I cannot escape the love of God.