These were words that brought great encouragement to my soul today as I stopped to talk to a particularly lovely woman today who had a sweet almost-one-month little blessing boy with her. She was familiar and her story first came to me on March 31 as I watched the news. You can watch the two-part (fairly short) story here...
StoryTellers: Life or Death Part I
StoryTellers: Life or Death Part II
I knew that this family lived here in Maricopa but never did I think that I would actually run into her. Or that I would have my wits about me enough to recognize her. OR that I would actually go up and talk to her. Today presented such an oppotunity in a not-as-crowded-as-usual market setting. She was leaving the dairy section and I was headed there. I saw her face and the almost unmistakeable red hair-- her story flashed through my head. I saw her little boy and my eyes welled up with tears.
I thought to myself, "If I happen upon her later I will stop to talk to her." I decided that if I did see where she was I would just go talk to her. In the baking aisle our encounter took place. It was sweet to hear more of her story. I thanked her for choosing life. She said when she knew that she was pregnant, there was no "choice." I about lost it right there in the middle of the store. She is a sweet, humble soul. She starts her treatments in May... and we will pray.