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Reaching for heaven

It's kind of a surreal experience to wake up at 2:30 am to keep the washing machine going and hear the most beautiful music coming from upstairs.




On repeat.

And I stand at the bottom of the stairs and have the extraordinary experience of knowing that my little girl carries with the her the spirit of her Heavenly parents and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Tonight I got to tell her how much I'll miss her.  That she is the sunshine and joy of my life.  That the time has come for me to share her with the world in a way that only she can shine.  And I can barely make it through this post.  I've had to stop several times and wander off around the house.

Just a small glimpse of what it must have been like for the Father to let His children, us, go.... out of His presence to make our way and find the strength within.


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