Sand! There is sand everywhere in my house! When I walk on the beach wearing shoes and socks, the sand finds its way to my bare feet, nestles between my toes, and sticks to my ankles. If I’m barefooted, I try to wash off the sand before entering the house, but the stairs have their own sandy coating, so I replace one layer of sand with another. My carpet sometimes looks pale beige, so evenly does a sand layer coat it. I’m reminded of the Psalmist who found God everywhere he looked—in the deepest chasm or the highest clouds. I can better appreciate that sense of omnipresence when I think of sand—blowing, filming adhering, and surrounding me–inescapable. I thank you, Lord for your ability to penetrate my life at every level—wherever I look and touch, you are there. Amen.