Glory Grace.
Glory was the first child we decided to NOT find out ahead of time the gender of the baby.
We figured since we kept telling people we didn’t mind whether we had a girl or a boy, let’s just prove it and wait to find out!
I honestly can’t remember what our boy names were, but I loved the name Glory since she was due around Independence Day and I felt in my heart she would truly grow to bring God glory.
She is kind, sweet, adorable…but she is also quite to the point and will let you know (with a sweet smile) when she has had enough and she is not
afraid of confrontation!
One story that absolutely epitomizes the spirit of this child happened over the summer at camp. She was in a hot pepper eating contest with about 15 other kids. ALL BOYS at the table. She waltzes up to the table wearing a cute chevron print dress, patent leather flats, and a TIARA.
They had four peppers each ascending in terms of HEAT. The contestants who had finished all four peppers without leaving to get milk were allowed into the final round of the contest to eat the hottest pepper of them all. The pastor’s kid, all 6’5″ of him, was sitting across from sweet little Glory Grace. Our pastor, a tad more than competitive, was biting his nails. “Boy, Don’t you let that lil’ girl beat you! You stay in that seat!” Lo and behold, the camp had only prepared to give eight kids the hottest of the hot peppers, and little Glory was the ninth child to make it that far in 
the contest.
She walked up to the camp counselor in charge of the contest and said, “Excuse me, sir. It is not my fault if you don’t have enough hot peppers for each contestant. I don’t want my team to be perturbed that they didn’t get the points for the overall camp contest because you didn’t have enough peppers when I made it into the last round of the contest by eating all the peppers up to this point.”
Sweet as can be…kind…gentle…but don’t take that kindness for a doormat. She’ll let you know what she thinks, with a sweet smile and a bless your heart. The velvet hammer. That’s my girl.
She was born looking the pink of perfection and has yet to have a bad hair day…but more than that…she has consistently been a beacon of beauty from the inside. She came up with the idea of wearing her church camp shirt and being a camper for Halloween so that when people asked her about her costume she could then pass them a church invite card!
Glory Grace is just a complete joy to her father and I, her kind spirit and sweet disposition exude God’s glory and unending grace.
Revealing God’s Glory and Grace has been something this sweet child has done nearly every day of her life. It was the perfect name for her!
To read more about Glory Grace and the many lessons we’ve learned raising her, read chapter five our my book Please God Don’t Let Me Screw This Up: Hope & Help From a Mom of Fifteen.
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