Every Grain of Sand

*Sitting on the shore of Hampton Beach and watching the tide come in, reminds me of that God knows each grain of sand by name.

Thousands, millions, and infinite
amount of grains altogether for
a short amount of time
Lifeless, hopeless, dead.
Slowly working toward a momentary happiness.
Full of filth, trash, and even baggage.
Until something, someone, somewhere
finds us. Picks us up, carries us, and cleans us off.
Then, when it is time, we are
carried off unto a better place.
Where finally you are working toward a happiness that is made for eternity.

I believe this to be true of God and His love for US.