Sunday, June 3, 2012

30 Weeks

 On Friday I was 30 weeks pregnant with our #3.  (ignore the hair and the too small shirt, this belly is growing!)  What a blessing.  I am so very thankful to be carrying this little girl, to be her mama, and to love her.  God ALWAYS knows what he's doing and His plan is so much bigger and better than we can even understand.  I am grateful for His wisdom, peace, love, comfort, and blessings.  I am also grateful for big coats to cover the belly that seemed to peek out of this shirt ALL DAY LONG. ha! :)
And my other two munchkins.  Isn't God good?  I want to always give thanks for his blessings-in the good, the easy, and even in the bad, and hard.  Look at those faces and how can you not?

Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

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 hide 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 is 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.


Tom Wilson said...

I love you Shannon. Dad

Deanna said...

Love you so much....