It’s no secret that one of the greatest singers of all time passed away recently. May God rest the soul of Whitney Houston, her family and loved ones in eternal peace.
I believe every time we touch someone else’s life it is a miracle. Be grateful for and humbled by those who bless your life whether you expect it or not.
Certain songs are so universal, so huge, they have a spirit of infinite hope, joy and love. Read this song, imagining He is not a lover but the Most high.
I used to cry myself to sleep at night
But that was all before he came
I thought love had to hurt to turn out right
But now he’s here
It’s not the same, it’s not the same
He fills me up
He gives me love
More love than I’ve ever seen
He’s all I’ve got,
He’s all I’ve got in this world
But he’s all the man that I need
And in the morning when I kiss his eyes
He takes me down and rocks me slow
And in the evening when the moon is high
He holds me close and won’t let go
He won’t let go *
The only life we truly know is our own and even that unfolds with change and unpredictability. The best we can do to flow as the river unfolds is build a strong ship and keep a reliable compass in hand.
As a less important icon of pop culture arises tomorrow… Supposedly in celebration of love… We should ask ourselves what it means if it isn’t about the greatest love all.
Would we benefit more from building a garden together or buying and eating chocolates? From reveling and celebrating our successes in love or judging our shopping skills? From cherishing one another for who we are in this moment or shaming and dishonoring one another for what we are not?
We get the best outcome when we strive to live everyday like we love ourselves to death. Sometimes that means we endure the strengthening heat of pain; the tender gift of our hearts; the liberating joy of love.
Living in truth means our very life is a blessing to ourselves and others. Celebrate and cherish it.