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There were many mornings when I would wave goodbye to my mother standing in the doorway; knowing that someday she might leave me in this world alone. She was my miracle. She watched Whitney Houston with me, and little did I know that she would be another miracle to leave us so soon. Whitney Houston was a miracle that needed love. Fans let her know that they loved her music, appearance, and performance. I wasn't a screaming fan with pictures all over my wall buying every album she made. I wasn't allowed to worship any human being. I was taught that God is a jealous God (Duet.6:15). I just listened to her songs and watched her performed, and it hurt so bad when I found out she was gone. I feel like I love her more than I ever did. When she was alive, I saw her as a star. When she died, I saw the human being and the love she had for her fans. The older you get, the wiser you become. That too is a miracle, and miracles come from God.
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