Wow, how much could I say about this, my God who never forgets, never puts me out of His mind despite the times I fail to think of Him.

Just thinking of heaps of sand on miles of beaches and deserts is impressive, but there is another visual that sticks with me even more vividly. Take a pinch of sand, just a small pinch. How many grains do you think are in that pinch? 30? 80? 100? For the next step, you need an old style projector–the type that light shines up through a glass-topped box and whatever transparency is on it is carried through the mirrors and lenses in the head to be cast, large onto the wall. Drop the pinch of sand on the glass plate and let the light shine.

The number changes from a sprinkling to spread out cluster, the difference of the the stars that can be seen by the naked eye and how many are added to the picture with telescopes. Soft dust suddenly reveals itself to be finer grains, lost earlier amidst the grit.

That is but a pinch. No one but the Infinite God could make such a claim. He is so present, so full of care, I could see a bright pink evening sky and in full confidence tell a little sister whose favorite color was pink, “God was thinking about you when He made that sunset.”