I was up at 3:00 a.m. The doubts, the fears, the wondering… How easily we fall prey. Add menopause in the mix and getting a good night’s sleep seems truly elusive. Then, this message. The one that tugged at my heart and spoke to the depths of my womanhood. I printed this devotional message and placed it in the journals I keep for my girls. They need these words, this message. Today, I need to impart it to them in my own words. Once they have left my nest, I pray they treasure the journal. The one filled with my prayers for them as they grew in my womb. The one full of magical moments caught in words. The one with tear stained pages when I felt I wasn’t enough or had lost my temper in a very un-Christian like way. The one with letters of congratulations marking the day of their baptism and public confession of faith in Jesus Christ as the one and only Son of God, Lord of their lives. I pray, as I pray over each entry, these pages tucked in will serve to remind them their worth, their value.