How wonderful the sand feels on my toes! I can choose the texture—slippery, squeaky sand near the boardwalk, firm sand farther from the water’s edge, rippled and damp sand where pools have subsided, crunchy sand where shells lie just underfoot, and soft, sinking sand at the water’s edge. My toes grip the grains and curl against their weight. When I was a child, I ran barefoot all summer long, hating the feeling autumn brought when my feet had to fit once again into school shoes. God’s world is an incredible gift—even the sand on the beach becomes part of my daily joy. I thank you, Lord, for the sand of the seashore, for its variety and treasures, and for the gift of feeling that allows me to appreciate its sensation. Amen.