Help me to number my days...

Psalm 139
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

 1 You have searched me, LORD,
   and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
   you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
   you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
   you, LORD, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
   and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
   too lofty for me to attain.

 7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
   Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
   if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
   if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
   your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
   and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
   the night will shine like the day,
   for darkness is as light to you.
 13 For you created my inmost being;
   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
   your works are wonderful,
   I know that full well.
15 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.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
   all the days ordained for me were written in your book
   before one of them came to be.

Isaiah 55
8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
   neither are your ways my ways,”
            declares the LORD.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
   so are my ways higher than your ways
   and my thoughts than your thoughts.

God talks to me and He talks to Lance.  When we are still and other times when perhaps He would like for us to be still, we hear Him.  So why should I question that Gideon heard Him.  God is omniscient.  He knew what the next 24 hours were going to hold.  Perhaps the reason we had such a perfect afternoon and evening that Monday before was because God was already holding Gideon.  I have a picture that I took that Monday evening as we were driving around waiting for our church home group to begin.  He seems so serious.  Eyes wide open but lost in thought.  I often look at it and think, "maybe he knew."  Then I find my earthly self saying, "he's only three months--he doesn't even understand us."  But God is God.  His ways are mightier than mine.  If He, being God, wanted to talk to my son and give him peace then He could...