Yesterday I posted a drawing made for our family on Facebook.
It was commissioned by my parent’s friends from a congregation they previously attended.
My dad sent me a picture of it in a text.
Tears sprang to my eyes.
That was the Rory from my dream the night before.
In the drawing she looks slightly older than when she was my Rory. The chin line, the posture, her fingers a little longer, she looks just a little more grown up.
This is exactly how she looked in my dream.
I miss her.
I love her.
God is good.
Here’s the website of the artist that was commissioned:
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 