I envision myself as a single grain of sand, a tiny speck upon the boundless expanse of the beach of creation. A humble grain, coexisting with countless others, part of the magnificent tapestry of the created order.
Yet, despite my minuteness, my ego whispers that I am the vastness itself—claiming the beach for my own. My pride moulds my attitude, inflates my sense of importance, and leads me to believe I am the beach, the owner, the sovereign. I swell within, larger than life, larger than others, larger than the Creator. I invest all in myself, at the expense of the greater harmony of creation. I deceive myself into thinking I am invincible, indispensable, untouchable.
But in moments shattered by vulnerability, helplessness, and weakness—the gateways to death – there lies a gentle reminder: we are but grains of sand, fleeting and insignificant in the endless horizon of the beach. Our existence is not of our own making; it is carried by the wind of God and the ebb of divine waves. Our purpose is simple yet profound: co-creators in the ongoing dance of creation.
May I surrender to this truth: embracing the humble fragility of living in harmony with God’s Wind and Wave – together shaping the eternal beach of existence, fulfilling divine longing with open hands.
Beloved Reflections 