"Today is a new day....God has promised that your seed, your family line for up to a thousand generations, is going to have the blessings and the favor of God--all because of the life you've lived," promises Joel Osteen in BECOME A BETTER YOU. What a wonderful blessing! My new grandson Samson came into the world a week ago. He is strong and healthy, and so is his mother. After every thing Tori has gone through with her motorcycle accident, she gave birth to her son naturally! Praise God! She feels so empowered. I feel the favor of God so strongly. Celine Dion wrote a song for her son in 2002 that is perfect for my brand new grandson. Here are the lyrics:
"A new day has come
A new day has... come
I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear
Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you
Hush, love
I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has... come
Where it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy
Hush, love
I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has... come
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has... come
Ohhh, a light... OOh"
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I'm keeping Samson's big sister Kaya this week. She is two and loves to be read stories. One of her books is a collection of family poems written by Mary Ann Boberman. One of them is called "Four Generations". It goes like this:
"Sometimes when we go out for walks,
I listen while my father talks.
The thing he talks of most of all
Is how it was when he was small
And he went walking with HIS dad
And the conversations that they had
About HIS father and the talks
They had when THEY went out for walks."
What a wonderful experience it is to have grandchildren!!
Reeve Lindbergh, daughter of aviator-authors Charles A. and Anne Morrow Lindbergh, wrote a book called MY HIPPIE GRANDMOTHER that I just love. This is what it says:
"I have a hippie grandmother.
I'm really glad she's mine.
She hasn't cut her hair at all
Since nineteen sixty-nine.
I live in town on Pleasant Street
With Mom and Dad and Russ,
But Grandma lives behind the hill
And drives a purple bus.
She has a cat called Woodstock,
A fish named Tiny Tim,
And a boyfriend with a big mustache.
(Her boyfriend's name is Jim.)
She has plants on every windowsill.
Green vines grow in the shower.
There are posters in her bedroom.
They say LOVE and FLOWER POWER!
I help her in the garden.
We hoe the peas and beans.
We eat cracked-wheat-and-honey bread
In bare feet and ripped jeans.
We're at the Farmer's Market
By noon each Saturday.
We sell some bread and vegetables,
And some we give away.
Sometimes I go with Grandma
To picket City Hall.
If nobody comes by, she says,
'Guess we can't win 'em all!'
At night she gets her banjo out
And Jim gets his guitar.
We sing the song 'Amazing Grace'
And wish upon a star.
The moon shines in the window.
The cat purrs at my feet.
I curl up warm and fall asleep
On a psychedelic sheet.
My mother is a lawyer.
My dad works on TV.
My grandma says someday I'll find
The perfect job for me.
She says I could be President
Or go to outer space,
Or find the cure for cancer
And save the human race.
I tell her there's one other thing
I really want to do:
'Become a Hippie Grandmother,
So I'll be JUST LIKE YOU!"
Isn't that darling? I love the book. It is definitely a blessing to live long enough to have my four little blessings: (Grandchildren--ages 13 years to one week)!
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