As I wandered the beach with grains of sand under my feet so numerous they could not be counted, I was reminded of God’s wonderful works and his thoughts toward me.
More than can be numbered…
Many, O LORD my God,
are thy wonderful works which thou hast done,
and thy thoughts which are to us-ward:
they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:
if I would declare and speak of them,
they are more than can be numbered.
~Psalm 40:5
And thoughts of peace…
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD,
thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
~Jeremiah 29:11
How good God is to me…
Even though they can’t be numbered in their entirety, it is a good practice to try anyway…
796. the twinkling lighs of fireflies scattered in the quiet darkness of the yard
797. quiet hum of the air conditioner upstairs
798. gentle breeze of the ceiling fan overhead
799. brilliant red cardinal perched upon a black roof
800. the opportunity to take care of my dad
801. the smell/fragrance of freshly cut grass
802. waking up at “home”
803. he jumped out of the car exclaiming, “its good to be home!”
804. dogs wet with morning dew after rolling around in the grass together
805. dogs running free and oh-so-happy in a fenced in yard
806. children splashing, laughing, giggling…
807. Grandma’s pool
808. the thunderstorm went around us
809. genuine friends
810. “you cannot loose a friend you don’t have”
811. the path left behind where feet have trod through morning dew drenched grass
812. size ten jeans, and they are somewhat loose (I haven’t been able to wear them since 2007!)
813. truth found in God’s word
814. early morning fog
815. falling asleep and waking up, hearing nothing but the hum of the fridge
816. his hand warm and soft, yet firm in mine
817. early morning stroll on the beach
818. kicking a tennis ball down the beach together
819. it’s so clear you can see Atlantic City from 30 miles away
820. mimosa blossoms, smell so sweet, and I love how they look so soft and fluffy
821. spirals of conch shells
822. resisted buying the fudge
823. the fudge tasted so wonderful, glad it was just a sample
824. Starbucks with my husband, him reading a book, me surfing blogs
825. dinner on the beach
826. watching the sunset over the bay
827. early morning stroll while watching the sunrise
828. seagulls that laugh
829. early morning kayaking on the back bay
830. Mary Ann Pastry Shoppe’s Cream Filled Donuts
831. Black Berry Blast ice cream from The Yum Yum Affair… oh, that’s right they renamed it YUM YUMS… I’ll stick with the old name.
832. full rainbow stretching its arms across the sky, His promise continuing to be fulfilled with each passing day
833. 18 years of wedded bliss
834. I said yes after 18 days and 18 years later I am still saying yes every. single. day.
835. I’m so thankful that I married my best friend
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10 responses to “Like the Grains of Sand”
First time visitor from “A Holy Experience”! I love your list – isn’t the beach an amazingly, spiritual place? I am going to miss it this year. I think I could sit and stare (and listen) to the waves crashing onto shore for hours. Thanks for sharing and I look forward to returning often!
Carrie
Love the thought of walking on a beach with all those grains of sand underfoot. Beautiful! Ceiling fans are a wonderful gift. What a beautiful bloom! Gorgeous. Resisted buying fudge… that is a gift! lol 18 years together. That is wonderful! Congratulations! We just celebrated 13 years yesterday. I am also so happy I married my best friend! 🙂
Starbucks with my hubby, fireflies, humming air conditioner/fridge/ceiling fan…all some of my very favorite things too! And I’m working on the size 10 jeans myself…;)
Thanks so much for visiting my blog today Sharon! I hope you can overcome, what do they call it? “The fear of the white?” …and splash some paint on that stretched paper. What I love to do when I don’t have the energy or the idea or the confidence to tackle a new project is just to swirl on the paint and water and watch it mix. I let it do what it wants and simply enjoy the colors. Then later, after it dries, I get inspired by what I “see” there in the wash.
Saying a prayer for you and looking forward to maybe seeing your artwork here soon! 🙂
Oh, I love your list..and your picture…we were walking by one of those trees the other day and I did not have my camera…now, the fowers are gone…so happy to find one here…your list…is simply beautiful. Thank you for stopping by today….I am thankful I was pulled to you!
As numerous as the stars… :o)
Hands down, this is one of the best lists I’ve ever read lurking around the posts that share space over at Ann’s place. So real, so well-noted, so fun to read. Thank you so much!
What a wonderful and varied list. Such a nice balance of quiet and energetic. I celebrate 18 years married to my husband in August:) My girls enjoy the fireflies every evening. Summer has so much to offer.
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That mimosa blossom is amazing. Enjoyed reading your list. Such a great variety of quiet and active items.
Had to share that my husband and I celebrate #18 in August:) Happy Anniversary to you!
Okay, how funny. Now there are two comments from me (this will make three!) Earlier I tried to comment, and it said there was a problem. Well, I just came back b/c I got off the computer after that issue. I’d wanted to return to comment. AFTER I commented I saw the previous one did go through. Oh well. At least I noticed the mimosa blossom well enough to mention it this time:) Blessings.