"There was no 'choice'."

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.