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Sunday, July 16, 2006

Which One Are You? (#312)

It's good to be home.

For the past week, my family and I have been on vacation in Panama City Beach, Florida. Many of you will identify with this next statement: I had to come home to get any rest. That's generated from trying to do too much in too little time.

But actually, that statement does not hold true for me this time. If there's such a thing as a professional bum, that's exactly what I was this vacation. I did as little as possible - and I loved every minute of it.

The rest of my family enjoy the beach and swimming along the coast. Me? Just drag up a lounge chair, park it on the sand, and leave me alone. They did just that. I'd like to think it has something to do with them honoring my wishes, but I think I was left alone because of my snoring...

Nevertheless, for many hours across several days, it was just me and that chair...

...and a sweet presence that words can't describe.

No matter how hard we try sometimes, God winds up taking a backseat in our daily lives. I'm just as guilty as anyone who'll read these words and I know God thinks I have hearing loss on a regular basis because I too often can't hear Him trying to get my attention. Since that fraility exists in my life - and the fact that as I get older, the more I appreciate time with Him - I crave those moments when it's just God and me. And thank goodness, I've learned to let Him talk to me instead of me trying to tell Him how things should be done.

As we've vacationed at many different beach areas, I'm always comparing one beach's sand to another. In Panama City, the first thing I did was to grab a handful of sand and let it sift through my fingers. The sand there is much whiter than at many East Coast beaches.

After I sat down in my chair, I starting wiping the remaining sand from my hand. Most all of it went away easily, but a few grains remained. And that's when God turned up the volume in my ears.

As I was working to remove that last little bit of sand, I started noticing individual sand grains - and I immediately thought "What one are you?" On the surface, that's an odd question.

But just think - God could tell you the exact number, when He created it and where it's been since it left His Hand.

If He cares enough to keep track of that little grain of sand...if He cares enough to keep His eye upon the sparrow...if He cares enough to hear prayers every second of the day...just think how much He cares about you and me. After all, we were created in His image, not a beach of sand or flock of birds.

If we're that special to Him, why shouldn't He be that special to us? We're not talking about any ordinary person here...we're talking about a God that loves us, that cares for us and desires us to be with Him.

Maybe it seems somewhat trite to you, but every time I reached down and picked up a handful of sand that week in Florida, I couldn't help but think of God. Just the fact of God being at the forefront of my mind every time I felt that sand - and knowing He knew exactly where every sand grain and I were every second - put a joy in my heart that no man could ever steal.

The next time you vacation at a beach, make sure you let the sand sift through your fingers.

And make sure you ask that last grain...

Which one are you?

Posted by Danny Jones at 9:05 PM - Send Comments

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