When I examine the beach sand carefully, I notice its constituent parts—small rock crystals, shards of ground shell, and tiny bits of beach detritus. Everything undergoes transformation! The fragments of rock may have once been part of an Appalachian peak, lofty and remote. The shell was once a beautiful rare creature, perhaps unlike anything seen today. Bits of seaweed and feathers once inhabited the depths or the heights of the horizon. God transforms everything, creating the world anew. May I too submit to your transforming hand, O God; reshape and remold me into your servant and your disciple. May I be made useful and beautiful in your sight. Amen.