Dear Samuel, I am twenty-two weeks pregnant with you, and we have received news that you have a major heart anomaly the doctors think is fatal. But I am starting this book for you so that some day, years from now, when you need encouragement, when you wonder as we all do just what you’re doing here, if God loves you and notices you, if He has a plan for your life . . . that you will read these signs and wonders and know YOU are chosen, annointed, a son of God. I love you, son. Mama (written in the spring of 2011) Some moments never hold weight in…