A friend once put his wet hand down on the beach and sand, of course, clung to it. Then, he began counting the grains. It is amazing how many tens of thousands of grains of sand were just on the surface of his hand. And yet, His thoughts toward each one of His people are more numerous than the sand upon the seashore.
Psa 139:17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Psa 139:18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.
Hey, how's it going- things are getting pretty busy here. The first couple of days we pretty much listened to powerpoint lectures & got stuck with needles & prodded by the doctors, but now we're finally getting into the meat of the mobilization.
My week has been perfectly ghastly and i am exhausted and so I am going to sign off and go collapse somewhere.
Good night everyone.