I am so proud of my son. He is a remarkable spiritual being in human form. He makes me laugh, has made me cry but in the end he is my best friend. Even more so than my husband.
He is a Production Coordinator in the television industry. He has done this for about 16 years now and loves it and is very, very good at it. He is now on the East Coast; he moved there due to baby mama drama. Best thing that could have happened to him. He got a job right away, got another one after that, has his own production company; has made phenomenal contacts.
I am awaiting word so that I can get my Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, MTV Award, People's Choice Award, and any other award there is dress. I already have a beautiful red number that my friend Angela Dean created.
I prayed for my son and still do. A mother's prayers for her children are very important. If we teach them what's right and what's wrong and just pray for them, they will be alright, whatever that looks like.
They are only on loan to us anyway. They don't belong to us; they come through us. Someone once asked me if I was going to get him christened. I said no because he wasn't mine and since God had already blessed him and was his, why should I have a ceremony and fancy party just to give him back to God.
We have fought with each other and he has gotten mad at me and went away but realized that everything I had told him was true. Hard way to learn a lesson but learn them he must.
He now has a son and unfortunately has not been allowed to be in his life but that will all change and the reason I know this is because prayer works. I pray for my grandson, his mother, her friends, her family (all of whom are psychotics.)
I am so happy that he is getting to experience New York. At 32 this is a perfect time to be in that creative energy. There is something magical about it and I know when winter comes and they put up that tree in Rockefeller Plaza and he sends me pictures, I will be homesick.
I just made an executive decision to go back there for my visit at Christmas instead of next month. More time to plan and more time to get the money to go. Thanks, God for that thought.
Anyway, I love my son, he is my pride and joy and I am so happy that I have been able to go through my spiritual journey with him.
Peace and love
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