There’s something about grabbing a handful of sand and observing the combination of patterns and colors on the tiny rocks and seashells.
“Hey! Look at these colors. Aren’t they mesmerizing?”
Just to think that there is a wider color spectrum that the natural eyes cannot see.
There’s more? More colors you say?
I can’t think of a color that doesn’t exist. Why won’t you give it a try?
It’s said that the skies declare the work of God’s hand.
God knew our faithlessness. He uses the sky as an example because it is untouchable and full of mystery. Our minds don’t need to work hard to wonder.
But it was the sand in my hand that inflated my faith and stirred up this reserved excitement in me.
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