2 The sand of the sea, the drops of rain,
and the days of eternity—who can count them?
3 The height of heaven, the breadth of the earth,
the abyss, and wisdom*—who can search them out?
4 Wisdom was created before all other things,
and prudent understanding from eternity.*
6 The root of wisdom—to whom has it been revealed?
Her subtleties—who knows them?*
8 There is but one who is wise, greatly to be feared,
seated upon his throne—the Lord.
I was slow to read. My dolls had to do sums, not for them sitting comfortably and listening to a cosy tale. They had to do their additions and multiplications. I am comfortable with numbers. I will count just to fill in the time, especially when struggling up a hill. I count the revolutions of the front wheel, or encourage myself by doing another 'four'. Numbers are my friends, English or French, maybe Dutch in the future.
My love of numbers though is surpassed by my longing for the beaches and the ocean. I can walk back and forth cross beach or stand idly staring out to sea marvelling at the rippling or billowing waves. Or watching the sand pushed and pulled by the ebb and waning of the tide. How much sand can one dig with one toe? How long will it take for the grains to dissipate? The beach is an ever engrossing source of wonder. A continual pointer to the amazing Creator.
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