Specks Of Sand

The indirect light from the pink shadow box rains like a mist on the faux marble table. Piped in music creates a soft bed upon which ambient noise rests. A general murmur and tinkling of forks impregnated with a dozen accented voices singing “Hoppy Birdsday” comes from over my left shoulder. I sit midship on a cruise, in the middle of the ocean. How many people have been here before me? What seems so surreal, so many decades ago was once very real for many times. I too, will be lost to others, like a speck of sand in the sea. What separates me from them?
I walk to the rail of deck ten. The rumbling of voices is replaced by the roaring of the wind and splashing of the wake as we skim over the blue gelatinous water. I can only see a few stars in the night sky directly above me. As I look out into the moonless night, I see nothing but black, a void. No sky. No sea. No horizon. I see nothing, yet still, it’s God’s creation. The very same creation that connects us all . . . that connects me to all people, all things in all those other past moments in time and all those moments yet to come. How amazing that God continually creates, continually watches each of us, and reaches out to everyone of us. His Grace follows every speck of creation, every human soul forever.