A Box In The Sand

This past Sunday, I watched this sunset on a beach in Michigan. I got a little antsy because it was an hour or so before the sun actually hit the horizon, and I can't sit still for more than, oh, 5-10 minutes. So, I started drawing shapes in the sand, feeling like a kid again. I drew a box, just a small box with a water-logged skinny stick. That little box inspired this little poem:

A Box In The Sand

I sketch a box in the sand and

in that box, there are more tiny grains

than all the people in the world,

but fewer grains than all the ways
I have doubted, refused, ignored and disappointed you.

Writing this brought to mind Romans 5:20-21: "The law was added so that the trespass might increase. But where sin increased, grace increased all the more, so that, just as sin reigned in death, so also grace might reign through righteousness to bring eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."

Reading this passage made me thank God yet again for his grace and that it is wide and deep and ever-increasing to cover my many and ever-increasing grains of sand.