Baby Girl

With a heavy heart, I request prayer tonight for Zoey, Paul's youngest daughter. Paul told me that she is going in for tests on Friday and that they think she may have cancer. She's six-years-old. She just started kindergarten this year. She has her whole life in front of her. Please pray that God moves in her life and gives the doctors knowledge to help her. Also pray that God moves in Paul's life... to get him on a better path.

She was my daughter, too. This little girl used to tell me, "Shannon Moore! You're going to be my mom!" I'd go upstairs and read her just one more story... and then sing her to sleep. I'd rub her back and sit on her bed and sing... But then our family broke apart. Our family ended. Where does the love go? I'm heartbroken.

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless,
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness
In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy dead in silence like to death—
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep, it could arise and go.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning