Happy Birthday to Zoe! A snowstorm had hit the day before she was born. So long ago. I would be lying if I told you how broken I still am about losing her.
It's a wrestling match of blessed confident assurance and just a dad missing his little girl. I am so glad you're there, Zoe. I'm so glad you can be free.
But the days drag on and I'm not there. I have more of the mission left and sometimes, missing you is part of the drudgery. God lift all our heads.
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