Morning Time

In the morning before I get out of bed I think about what it is I have to accomplish. I run through the lists of e-mails to make, groceries to buy, lessons to prepare, student parents to call, people to pray for, things to clean, etc....
Lately though, I wake up to think about our little girl all curled up and cozy inside her birth-mom's womb. I picture her tiny yawn from the sonogram and remember the way we saw her stretch her back, already a little human with personality and style. I have memorized the shapes of her lip and the way she sleeps in the picture we her hands snuggled up to her face. All other concerns begin to fade away. She is the apple of my eye and I haven't even met her yet. Already, we pray for her future. We dwell on the attributes that we hope to build in her. We beg that she will be a lover of Jesus. We desire that she will recognize the sacrifice of Jesus to died for her (and of her birth-mom who longs for her successful life) and that she, too, will sacrifice for the ones she loves.

Psalm 139:13-16 ESV 

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.