There's a word you don't hear everyday. I love finding new words to expand my vocabulary and this one is a useful synonym for "daydreaming". I spend an insane amount of time daydreaming about what my son is going to look like and how he's going to act. Sometimes he's blonde, sometimes he's got hazel eyes like his daddy. Is he going to be chunky or skinny? Is he going to giggle all the time or be serious? Will he be easy to put down for naps or will I be that frazzled mom who never has enough sleep?

One thing that gives me peace of mind is knowing that God knows who he is. Cub has been carefully made and thought about since the beginning of time. God didn't create his soul lightly. He invested everything He had into my little son. God loved him before I even knew who he was or who he was going to be. My little boy has a purpose here on earth. I cannot wait to meet him!

I thought my Bible reading this morning was pretty appropriate:

Psalm 139 

You have searched me, Lord,

and you know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise; 

you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down;

you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, 

know it completely.

You hem me in behind and before,

 and you lay your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, 

too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit? 

Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn, 

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hid me

and the light become night around me,"

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

The night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;

you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you

when I was made in the secret place,

when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed body;

all the days ordained for me were written in your book

before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God

How vast the sum of them!

Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand-

when I awake I am still with you.

If only you, God, would slay the wicked!

Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!

They speak of you with evil intent;

your adversaries misuse your name.

Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,

and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?

I have nothing but hatred for them;

I count them my enemies.

Search me, God and know my heart;

test me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me,

and lead me in the way everlasting.

{*NIV}