1. …I would be sitting on an island somewhere (with a fruity drink in my hand, of course) watching Eliana run around on the beach while I would try to keep Glory cool enough to stay outdoors. Some of my sweetest memories of Glory are of the few minutes each day we were able to take her outside on the front porch of our Little Rock house last summer. She would develop little beads of sweat on the tip of her nose after about 30 seconds…it was an extremely hot summer last year, as you probably remember. But, then again, her little body was never able to regulate heat well, anyway.
2. …We would be taking a family trip to Big Cedar Lodge in Missouri with my brother, Daniel (Glory's middle name is after his), and his family. Between both of us, there would be six kids running around at our feet, and I would be searching for a place to hook up Glory's oxygen tank.
3. …Glory could dance.
Today, at their end-of-the-year dance recital, the Lifesong Dance staff dedicated their staff dance to Glory Danielle Morton. Lifesong Dance is a studio that offers a variety of dance classes while teaching it's students to use their talents to glorify God. The dance was beautiful. I do not know the studio owners personally. I just met them today, but they have prayed and supported our family from the beginning. Thank you, Jessica and all of the Lifesong staff who saw an opportunity to love and acted on it.
And, as if the dance was not enough, Caleb Baker of www.lovespaint.com painted this breathtaking canvas on stage after the dance was finished. It leaves me speechless. Caleb said the title is... The Invitation.
So, here is my invitation to you… Come in to my world. Don't be afraid. There has been a lot of pain. But I think you will find that because of The Invitation, the greatest joy comes from the greatest pain. And the best dreams really do come true…because, even though I'm not running around trying to find her little pink fan or trying to figure out how we are going to haul her oxygen tank to the doctor's office…
Glory is dancing.
