If your heart is not breaking over the people who will be lost or left behind–then you do not fully understand the beauty of GOD and that HIS Holiness cannot tolerate evil and that there will be a day when people ultimately go with GOD for eternity because they pursue HIM or they are separated from HIM for eternity because they reject HIM. And if you are not heartbroken that anyone could be apart from GOD for eternity then you haven’t gotten close enough to HIM yourself….
One day the LORD showed me that HIS thoughts about us numbered as the “grains of sand” before we were born. So, I want you to get a zip-lock bag and put some sand in it and keep it with you–so that when you think nobody cares about you–just remember that the LORD’s thoughts for you are numbered like the grains of sand…..Now here below is my story….
Praying and talking to God in my car was getting to be so important to me. I really value my time in the car alone where I can chat with the Lord about things going on in my life. Sometimes I speak of my concerns of the day, sometimes I tell the Lord how much I appreciate Him. While enroute to pick up my son from school one day, I was asking what God was thinking about me before He created me. Suddenly in a clear soft-spoken voice, I heard very simply the words, “Grains of Sand.” It was both startling and incredible to hear this from the Lord. I knew the words He spoke were familiar to me as from the Bible, but just the same, I rushed home to look these words up for myself in the Bible. The verses containing this phrase in the Bible are found in Psalms 139:15-18 and the phrase the Lord gave me had answered my question completely.
Psalms 139:15-18: My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I still with thee.
About one month or so later, we were visiting the Creation Museum. We had visited the museum’s planetarium program and they were illustrating the vastness of the universe on the ceiling and where exactly the earth fits in with all the other millions of stars in space. For no real reason while I was watching this program, the memory came back to me about the time God had spoken of how His thoughts of me would outnumber the “Grains of sand.”
IMMEDIATELY after I had recalled God speaking to me the words “Grains of sand,” the narrator of the planetarium program commented that the stars were numbered like the “Grains of sand.”
