I dreamed of sand; golden sand with many specks of color from all the rocks of time worn down into these tiny granules. Looking at this sand in my sleep, I remembered how these were representative of my Father’s thoughts toward me. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.
In my waking hours I think of my dreams. I have days where the dream feels more real than the life around me. It’s a strange sensation. I hoped the next time I dreamed of sand that I’d be able to build sand castles…..I wanted to see my Daddy’s hands building them with me.