Hope for Baby Bennett: Turn Around...

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Turn Around...

Where are you going, my little one, little one? Where are you going, my baby, my own?

Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.

Where are you going, my little one, little one? Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?

Turn around and you're tiny. Turn around and you're grown. Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.

Happy 5th Birthday to our precious Sierra Rose. Your daddy and I couldn't possibly love you more. It seems that overnight, you turned from our tiny little baby into a big girl. We are more amazed by you every day, by your zest for life, by your compassion for others, by your love for Jesus. We cannot wait to see what your future holds and are so privileged that God gave us the gift of YOU, sweet, amazing YOU. Happy Birthday Baby Girl.

(To check out this amazing song, google Kingston Trio "Turn Around").

3 comments:

AnonymousApril 24, 2012 at 10:39 AM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY sweet, beautiful Sierra! You are an extraordinary girl! Blessings and love to you :The Jeppson family
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ShannonApril 24, 2012 at 11:05 AM
Happy birthday, Sierra! I hope you have a day as special as you are!

I didn't know you and the future hubbs had such close birthdays. Ha! :)
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George LApril 25, 2012 at 4:28 AM
Happy Birthday Sierra!

Mr. George in Annapolis, MD
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."