3 gifts of sand:
- the way it crunches under my feet
- its irresistible draw to children and adults alike
- the unfathomable mystery that its grains are outnumbered by God's thought: How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. Psalm 139:17-18
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