My husband, Dave, asked this morning, "What are you thinking about?" I replied, "Nothing". This is a secret code which means, "Too much to summarize at this time." He knew enough to break the code and ask, "No, really, what are you thinking about?"

I'm thinking about my friend's sister, Lisa. Lisa has cancer and has just been referred to hospice. I believe God can heal her, I truly, truly do. Yet I cry out, like the father in the Book of Mark, "I do believe...help my unbelief." See, cancer has snuck up on my friends before and now I'm cynical. Cancer sucks. But God is God, and He has a plan, and I pray it's to heal Lisa this side of eternity. That's what I was thinking about.

I was thinking about one of my twins, Trevor. He's appearing before the Honor Board of his Christian School today. He copied his brother's homework...WORD FOR WORD. Good news, he admitted to it when the teacher questioned him. I mean, c'mon, he copied the misspellings and everything. I was thinking that I'd like to have a kid who was on the Honor Board, not appearing before the Honor Board. That's what I was thinking about.

I was thinking that my dad is getting test results back today. He had a malignant tumor removed from his bladder last Friday. Repeat, cancer sucks. I was thinking about him, praying for a good report today.

I was thinking about coffee and wishing the coffee machine was in my bedroom and not all the way downstairs.

And like most mornings, I was thinking about laundry.

What are you thinking about? What's on your mind? (Don't just say nothing because I know that's not entirely true.)

The Bible says that God knows us inside and out. He knows every word that we're going to say, before we even say it. He knows our hearts. He knows our mind. And here's what I realized today, He doesn't have to ask, "What are you thinking?" He already knows.

But still, like Dave, He likes to hear us tell all. He wants us to get it all out. Take a minute and tell God what you're thinking. He likes that.