The world is dark, so dark we sometimes forget the stars. But they are always there—we need only fight to see these places of brilliant light, these echoes of the truest story. Of a man who gave his life for another—and of a Man, centuries before him, who gave His life for the world. The One who is coming . . . and coming . . . and coming after you. Fighting for your heart. Every breath a gift. He sets the stars alight, my girl. And we open our eyes to this in benevolent defiance of the dark . . . by remembering. Take note. Live deeply. And be well, my daughter.
