Sand

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.  They cannot be numbered! I can't even count them;  they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up,  you are still with me! -- Psalm 139:17-18

I cannot even begin to count the grains of sand in one child-size sand bucket! And yet when I looked at the sand to my left and to my right, as far as my natural eye could see, the sand just went on and on. God says his thoughts about me outnumber the grains of sand. That's a lot of thoughts!