I just wrote Judith's story in her scrapbook. I wrote it in first person, as if I were telling her the story, so that as she gets older, she can read it. (See my blog on September 15 for the story, if you don't know it.) And it just reminded me (again) about how important it is to tell these things. Her story is such an example of the power of love, faith, prayer, and patience, and I don't want to forget how miraculous it is. Each time I tell the story, I remember. And I hope that whomever I'm telling it to can be encouraged/inspired/whatever by it.
I pray especially that Judith will be encouraged by her story...that whenever she doubts herself or her worth, she can read it and know how much of a gift of God she is.
