Stir

I plunged my wooden spoon down into the center of the batter and carefully pulled it up and toward the outside of the glass bowl only to repeat the process again after slightly turning my bowl after each stir.  The smell of vanilla mixed with buttermilk and flour made it difficult not to eat the mixture before it made it to the hot, buttered skillet.  I allowed myself only about ten stirs.  If you have ever made pancakes - or if you have ever heeded Alton Brown's advice - you should  NEVER over-mix.  In fact, there should still be small clumps of flour mixture remaining in your batter when you are finished.

As the pancake batter hit the pan and began to sizzle, I heard little footsteps make their way to the kitchen counter and onto the bar stool in hopes that glaring at the cook might speed the final product into existence.  My six-year old was overjoyed that I was making these pancakes for supper.  Yes - supper - not breakfast.  And maybe her presence did hurry the little delicacies along - I scooted the first finished product from my spatula onto her plate before you could say "bacon", and the maple syrup was flowing before you could say "eggs".  And, as if pancakes for dinner were not enough, the next thing I heard out of her mouth was,

"Can I have chocolate chips on top?"

My kinda girl.  And, I figured since I was making cakes covered in liquid sugar for dinner, I might as well answer her question with a "yes".

I asked a very different kind of question about two months ago.  No, it had nothing to do with chocolate chips.

The God who flooded me with light and hope while Glory was alive had chosen to rescue me from a journey through darkness that I had been traveling since about six months after Glory had died.  He had given me a new purpose that I never would have had if not for my struggle.  My questions was...

"Where do I begin?  How do I find the road to action to fulfill Your purpose for me?  How can my story be used to stir others into action?"

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find;  knock and the door will be opened to you.
Matthew 7:7    

He answered my question by bringing me together with three other women - all with stories of pain and redemption - to accomplish His plan.

STIR is an organization formed by four women who have been rescued.  Four women who desire to share their stories with the purpose of acting to help our hurting world and to stir others into acts of compassion and love.  I am honored to be a part of the STIR team and was blessed to be able to share Glory's Story at our first brunch on Saturday.  STIR has a Facebook page and you can find them here on Twitter.  

I can't wait to share with you where God takes Glory's Story next - I have no idea what this journey will look like - but I'm so glad you are taking it with me...

Glimpse

Stories have been told since the beginning of time.  Passed down from generation to generation.  Spread across the world from one country to another.  Embellished with fictional dragons, wizards, and lands where trees walk and speak.  Inspired by a truth that will not be silent.

Today, stories can be told in many different ways - through books, movies, blogs, and the list goes on.  What do you do when you are on the brink of hearing a story?

I like to feel like I'm in a place of security and comfort.  A place where I can concentrate on what is being told and have ample time for my mind to absorb it and to let my thoughts wander with it.  Time to learn from it.  Time to find the meaning.  And then, if it is the kind of story that is told to STIR the listener to move, time to search for the road to action.

Then He told them many things by using stories...
Matthew 13:3

This is me and my good friend Rebecca.  We have something in common - Our Stories.

Our stories aren't exactly the same, but there is one similarity - the stories that brought us together didn't have the happy ending that we wanted them to.  In fact, they really haven't ended at all.

I know, I know.  You're thinking... "that's really not too great of a way to form a bond with someone - a story with a sad ending."  Am I right??

Let me assure you that these stories do not have a sad ending.  And let me tell you why it is the greatest way to connect with people and form friendships that will never be broken.  The stories that unite us are still being told today, and even though they didn't end the way we had imagined, they have produced a joy and a passion and a purpose that we never could have imagined or experienced if we had never been the main characters in our own stories.  And it is through sharing these stories that we are able to see a glimpse of Glory...

Every Reason

I am gazing through my office window looking over the treetops to the other side of the cold creek that lies who-knows-how-far below my house at the bottom of a rocky cliff.  Remnants of snow lay on the ground and blasts of cold air are trying to push the cedars to their breaking point.  My wind chimes have not rested all morning.  Birds are pecking at the hard ground looking for anything to satisfy their hunger.  It's the kind of day that implores you to stop working and curl up under a blanket on the couch with a mug of hot cocoa.  I'm trying to resist the appeal...

But even in the middle of this bleak season, nature knows that it will not remain frozen with no hope.  The birds know it.  The trees know it.  The rocks know it.  

Something different is just over the horizon.  The snow will melt.  The cold wind will be traded for summer breezes.  The solid earth will soften and offer up flowers and all things green and colorful.       

For I am about to do something new.  See, I have already begun!  Do you not see it?  I will make a pathway through the wilderness.  I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.  Isaiah 43:19

You are every reason for every hope that we have.  Every dream.  Every season of joy.  Every light in the darkness.  Your Glory fills the sky...

Keep Moving Forward...

Do you ever feel the need to just keep moving forward?  Driven by a fear of standing still?  Worried you might turn back into the person you were yesterday - the person that inhaled raw cookie dough straight from the fridge?  With a spoon?

Me, too.  I just needed to write.

And share this pic.

No, the chocolate smudged on her face is not cookie dough.  It's from a cupcake.  And, given the fact that she never really ate food via her mouth, she was not pleased that a cupcake was forced smudged onto her pinkish-blue pursed lips (and, for the record, I didn't do it).  And that dislike of chocolate is one of the few things we did not have in common.   Although, in her defense, she never really got to develop a taste for good food.  Wonder what she's enjoying now?

I also realized today that I used to think that if I ate a piece of bread and chose to eat the crust along with it (which was a hard decision when I was a kid) that I was eating the "healthy" part of the bread.  Like eating the peel of an apple has actual additional nutrition that the flesh lacks, I thought the crust on a loaf of bread had vitamins and minerals that the middle of the bread did not.  Until I was making Eliana a peanut butter and honey sandwich today, and realized that the crust I was cutting off was in reality just the outside of a loaf of bread that had taken on some additional browning in the baking process.  Why are we so concerned that our kids will never eat the crust?  Am I the only one who had this strange idea about the bread dough that just happened to be on the outside and got all nice and brown?

Just some random thoughts to send your way...

One Word

Sixty seconds never went by without a machine beeping.  It was usually signaling that her oxygen levels had dropped below the parameter set on the machine.  Respiratory therapists would come and do their treatment on her, which was similar to when a massage therapist performs a percussion-type regimen on your back.  She never found her "massage" quite as relaxing as I do.  Her oxygen levels would improve if I held her up to my chest with her face squished against my collarbone.  Then I could smell her head.  You know the smell of a baby's head - it can't be described by or compared to anything else on earth...other than a baby's sweet, head smell.  I would hold her on my chest for hours.  I wouldn't be able to feel my legs since they were being sandwiched between her and a hard, wooden rocking chair.  She slept.  I cherished.  Soon we would be interrupted by doctor's rounds, a dirty diaper, or meds that needed to be given.  I remember thinking that only one word described how I felt at that moment - lucky.  The luckiest girl in the world to be holding this Glory.

I haven't used the word lucky to describe anything relating to my world since those days in the CVICU rocking chair...

Until now.

And blessed be his glorious name for ever: and let the whole earth be filled with his Glory...
Psalms 72:19

Glory's "I've Been Set Free" Party

No, that's not what I originally planned on calling Sunday, July 22nd, 2012 - Glory's second birthday, our first one without her.  It just felt that way.  A lot of people asked me if I was going to have Curious George cupcakes (like I did last year).  And it crossed my mind.

"GG" Cupcakes...these birds and branches symbolize freedom

But this wasn't a party for Glory... it was a party for each person who knew her, who held her, who saw her smile, who played and partied with her at night when I couldn't be with her, who prayed for her...anyone who had ever heard of her and had been changed.  It wasn't the season for Curious George...it was a season for something different...

This "Freedom Tree" had pictures of special people that Glory loved...

As I have anticipated (dreaded, looked forward to...I'm not sure what frame of mind I have been in) this day, all I have been able to envision is freedom.  Not just for her, but for me.

Glory's freedom has been realized in a way that I cannot begin to comprehend.  Her chains are gone...she has been set free.  And though the pain of not having her here will always be very present and real and sharp, I am beginning to feel the freedom that that pain is giving me...freedom to fulfill my purpose here... just like Glory fulfilled hers...

Love these girls!!!

 

Thank you, Team Glory Girl, for making this possible...

Ready, Set...

Let Go!!!!

In Eliana's words, "Do you think our balloons have reached Heaven yet?"
I think so:)

Dream World

Here are three scenarios that might take place in my dream world...  

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.