Like most people, I was in complete and utter shock on Thursday, June 25, 2009. With every news update, I shook my head in disbelief. Michael Jackson, the biggest superstar in the world, gone. Dead, at age 50. What on earth?
I idolized Michael. As a girl, I wanted to marry him. I had wall to wall to wall posters, I had all his albums and singles, I had every magazine with him on the cover, every item I could get my hands on that bore his image, I had it. I devoured every piece of information I could about him and his family. I knew all the siblings birthdays and full names, and spouses names. The Jacksons were my family.
Michael gave us brilliance in music. It is so sad to have him gone so soon, in such a way. But as much as it hurts to lose him, we can take some comfort in knowing that his troubles are over, he is truly resting in peace. When I think about all he went through, as a child who didn't have a childhood, as a young man who had self-esteem issues, as a man who was accused horribly of hurting children, as a man who had all types of tribulations, I hurt terribly for him and his family, and I say that now, he is in a far better place. No more rumors and lies, no more false accusations, no more cruel jokes, no more pain, no more heartache. Michael is truly and finally free.
Showing posts with label character. Show all posts
Showing posts with label character. Show all posts
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
A Divine Original (Taken from Proverbs 31:10-31)
Anybody know where a good woman is? ‘Cause a good woman is worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox.
Her husband knows he can trust her with anything; he knows she will never let him fall or fail.
She will treat him like the King that he is, and would never do anything to hurt him.
She’s creative; House of Style has nothing on her; she’ll find the best fabric and make a killer outfit (and do it with a smile on her face).
She’ll ride all over town (fighting traffic and crowds) to get groceries for the house.
She’s up before sunrise, making breakfast for whoever’s hungry.
She can pick out a choice piece of property, save up, and buy it, so she can plant her garden.
She’s strong in character, and she’s no weakling when it comes to work, either; she can push a power mower just as well as any man.
She knows that what she has, what she makes, is the best; she’ll stay up half the night working.
She’s up threading her bobbin, adjusting her presser foot, and putting a hem in those school pants or that work shirt.
She’s always ready and willing to help someone, always looking for a way to feed someone who’s hungry.
She doesn’t worry when winter comes; she’s saved up and gotten everybody new winter coats.
She can dress! She could put Ebony Fashion Fair to shame with her wardrobe (and she designed her clothes herself).
Everybody in town knows her husband; when he goes to work and to meetings, she has made sure that he is well-groomed and well-versed. His co-workers know, they’re jealous because he’s got it so good.
The clothes and household items that she makes, by hand, are so nice, people are buying it all over the place, even boutiques.
When she walks in a room, you can see what a strong and respected woman she is.
She’s filled with joy, knowing what lies ahead.
She speaks truth in love, and gives advice constructively, not harshly.
She is always making sure the bills are paid, the house is clean, and food is on the table. She doesn’t spend her days propped up on the couch watching ‘General Hospital’.
Her children get up, singing, “Mommy, mommy, good morning, I love you mommy!” Her husband greets her with a kiss. “You’re the best,” he whispers in her ear.
There are a few good women out there, but you are by far, the best of the best.
Popularity is superficial and short-lived, and good looks will fade after a short time; but a woman that puts God as the head of her life, that’s a real woman.
Honor her by living and showing love and respect; honor her by being respectful children; honor her by telling the fellas what a good woman she is; honor her, by living for God.
Her husband knows he can trust her with anything; he knows she will never let him fall or fail.
She will treat him like the King that he is, and would never do anything to hurt him.
She’s creative; House of Style has nothing on her; she’ll find the best fabric and make a killer outfit (and do it with a smile on her face).
She’ll ride all over town (fighting traffic and crowds) to get groceries for the house.
She’s up before sunrise, making breakfast for whoever’s hungry.
She can pick out a choice piece of property, save up, and buy it, so she can plant her garden.
She’s strong in character, and she’s no weakling when it comes to work, either; she can push a power mower just as well as any man.
She knows that what she has, what she makes, is the best; she’ll stay up half the night working.
She’s up threading her bobbin, adjusting her presser foot, and putting a hem in those school pants or that work shirt.
She’s always ready and willing to help someone, always looking for a way to feed someone who’s hungry.
She doesn’t worry when winter comes; she’s saved up and gotten everybody new winter coats.
She can dress! She could put Ebony Fashion Fair to shame with her wardrobe (and she designed her clothes herself).
Everybody in town knows her husband; when he goes to work and to meetings, she has made sure that he is well-groomed and well-versed. His co-workers know, they’re jealous because he’s got it so good.
The clothes and household items that she makes, by hand, are so nice, people are buying it all over the place, even boutiques.
When she walks in a room, you can see what a strong and respected woman she is.
She’s filled with joy, knowing what lies ahead.
She speaks truth in love, and gives advice constructively, not harshly.
She is always making sure the bills are paid, the house is clean, and food is on the table. She doesn’t spend her days propped up on the couch watching ‘General Hospital’.
Her children get up, singing, “Mommy, mommy, good morning, I love you mommy!” Her husband greets her with a kiss. “You’re the best,” he whispers in her ear.
There are a few good women out there, but you are by far, the best of the best.
Popularity is superficial and short-lived, and good looks will fade after a short time; but a woman that puts God as the head of her life, that’s a real woman.
Honor her by living and showing love and respect; honor her by being respectful children; honor her by telling the fellas what a good woman she is; honor her, by living for God.
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