For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am skillfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in my 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.
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.
I woke up this morning at the ripe o'clock of 8, dragged myself out of bed, and routinely turned on the shower in hopes or waking myself up. I opened the window in the bathroom to allow the steam to let itself out and not congregate around the mirror making it impossible to see when I stepped out.
As I opened the window, a slight chill filled the room, and the smell of fog and potential rain presented itself. That's when I heard the early morning chirping of the birds. It reminded me of a sound I knew growing up in Virginia. That, mixed with the smell, let me know that today was going to be a good day.
Soooo... call me sentimental, but I bought these new heart-shaped mini cake pans.... maybe because Valentine's Day is around the corner... or maybe just because I like the shape of hearts, but never the less, I soon found myself in a bit of a dilemma.....
I had mini heart shaped cake pans without any heart shaped cakes to make. Therefore, I did what all girlfriends decide to do, and I made my boyfriend a tiny spice cake topped with almond chocolate granola (for any of you that know him, you know he LOVES granola... he's a hippy like that).