My niece, Glory, went to be with Jesus two years ago last week.
She was 16 months old, and had never left the care of Arkansas Children's Hospital. Her personality and fight inspired the many who knew her - and many others who didn't.
Glory's mom Kerry (my awesome sister-in-law), keeps a
blog in Glory's memory. Beneath this header
is the blog description:
A journey to continue her love story. A beautiful way for a mother to grieve, don't you think? The death of her daughter was the end of an era, but Kerry had the wisdom to see that it was also the beginning of one.
What do I mean by that? Let me give you an example. In celebration of Glory's life and in remembrance of her passing, Kerry and her group STIR (a group of people stirred by hardships, whose mission now is to stir up purpose and love in the lives of those around them) brought holiday meals to families in Little Rock whose children are fighting for their lives at ACH.
Glory, from where she is - fully healed and waiting for her mama to join her someday - must feel so proud.
