This morning I found a perfect sand dollar on the beach, whole and unblemished. Such finds are rare for me, because waves can be brutal and crush the fragile shell. When we walk on the beach and find a partially fragmented sand dollar, we joke that it’s only worth fifty cents or a quarter, or even a dime, depending upon its crushed condition. How blessed I am that God doesn’t measure our worth as we jokingly measure sand dollars. Always He sees us as we would hope to be, whole and unbroken, worth the full amount, forgiven by his mercy and love. In God’s eyes I am never depreciated in value, no matter how fragmented I may appear. Dear Father, please help me, I pray, to see the value in all whom I meet—each individual a perfect, unbroken creation.