When, you lay your heart down, face your soul, to the horizon. Beyond the stars, beyond the moonlight, beyond shadows of doubt, heaven is listening, to your every heartbeat. When words feel lost, faith can’t see past indifference. Rest your hope in this, the breadth of love, will meet you where you are. True love, knows the gravity, knows how to be your oxygen. When breathing isn’t so easy, in love’s divine embrace, living becomes easier, When, your heart can’t find the words, to love’s sublime melody, to make your soul sing. Look deep within yourself, love’s everlasting sound, plays within the void, throughout creation’s verse. To make every heart beat stronger, every captured hue, becomes love’s picturesque beauty. After giving it your all, and all your strength seems gone? Just know this, with all what your heart will have to go through, don’t lose hope. To get to the other side, is to go through. Storms will bring the rain, tears will cast its clouded sway. And even though, the sun hides behind a misty perception. Every darkened moment, will always give way to the dawn!

When it feels, like the levees are breaking, let the walls come down. After the mist dissipates, when the rain stops falling, and the clouds roll away; love’s light comes shining. And even if, your breath starts pleading, your soul still feels like it’s drowning, sinking to rise no more, love is the lifeline. If defeat starts calling, and it seems you’re losing the battle. Even if, the fight is just trying to keep it together, be strong. Hold on, don’t let go, hope is never lost. When you know, love is the pathway, that leads to happiness. When you’re hurting, when your heart is grieving, if your faith becomes disillusioned. That’s when, you look to love, to be your stronghold. Your peace in the midst of the storm, the anchor within the depths of your sorrow. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, how the heart gets one step closer, to reclaim your victory. Isn’t it, just like love, to be that perfect point of view. To show, you’re stronger than you know. In the darkest times, look to the heavens, for that glimmer of hope. Love, will be the shining star, resonating within your heart, and soul!

I look to you, a song by the late, Whitney Houston. Every year for the last four, I’ve written a post for her birthday, with one of her songs in tribute. It was released in 2009, and was awarded the NAACP Image Award; for outstanding song. August 9, 1963, to February 11, 2012

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Life, has many pathways, some beautiful, some colorful, some purposeful, some profound. Some yellow brick, some fickle but; never give up. Some are enlightened, some darkened, some tree-lined, some defined, some rooted. Some pathways promising, some providing, some reflecting, some revealing, some winding. Some the way, some to make you stray, off love’s destined journey. The wide way, paved with wants. The narrow sway, paves love’s divine way. Some paths are for searching, some have you hoping, some for the knowing; the course, the action, for deep reflection. Future paths, sometimes disputable. Living life to its fullness, your worth becomes indisputable. The pathway to progress, the choices we make. Sometimes, the proverbial wrong path is chosen, but that doesn’t mean, your destiny; not predestined, for the getting. Along the path, get some wisdom, some understanding, but most of all, with all your getting; get your heart right…

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Sometimes, fear, says we need to cover up our flaws, hide them deep inside. Flaws, will never tell the story; what a heart has to overcome. The battles we face, fortifies our resolve. To put our flaws on notice, that they don’t define our worth. Words cuts deep, sometimes, but that’s the beauty with our scars. They don’t have the power, to change a heart’s posture, we show how beautiful we are… inside. As imperfect as they are, weakness can become strength, with a change in our perspective. Even if, no one can relate to unique quirks, in your imperfection. Denial, can’t change our humanity; the same red blooded river, flows through every beating heart. Sometimes, when we look in the mirror, reflection bares our insecurities. But, we don’t have to hate, the way it makes us feel. Flaws, will never make it easy to strive, but embracing them, helps the heart thrive, not just survive. Some hearts, think flaws derail everything, but only becomes something, if we give it power. Blemishes, shouldn’t be able to change anything, but our perception, a flawed definition of everything. Some days, we get a bit unsure, if flaws will humble, or make our sure crumble. Many rivers we cross, and sometimes, tears weigh on our heart. Making it that much harder, to get to the other side, of the ocean. You don’t, have to know how to walk on water. Just have enough faith, to believe there’s a sure, in the horizon. Flaws don’t make, so therefore don’t let it break, your enduring hope!

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She, was born a fighter. Pound for pound, her heart, as endearing as they come. Her endurance, would be tested, her love strengthened. The seventeen year battle, a lifetime of pain, takes its toll. Some days, you bet it’s a struggle, but, our faith is real. Two thousand and eight, the doctor approached, and said; “you shouldn’t still be standing, yet alone breathing.” The issue, her blood; a massive clot, should have already taken your life.” He marveled, he wondered; “what’s keeping her up?” She laughed, under her breath said; but God, staying vertical. And so, she looked at her finger, the ring; knowing she had someone in her corner. A man, the love no myth, the legend would be; till death… True love, not about the stamina, but the heart, and the pledge. During, the decade long fight, an underlined complication, waged an intense assault. An aggressive contender, began a profound campaign. Trying, to rupture her voice, take her sight, collapse her lungs, fracture cognitive harmony. In this last battle, the blow was to her head. And, her legs gave out, and down she went. The doctor’s diagnosis, her condition caused, a rare kind of stroke, partial left sided paralysis. But, the towel wasn’t thrown, and who’s keeping score, or what’s even in the cards? As, long as she’s still breathing, and able to get back on her feet, the fight will continue; one day at a time. Fear, will never get her to believe, continuing is impossible. Every day, she dares, to show herself; her faith, makes it possible. Six weeks ago, she could barely move her left side. Last week, she once again had full range of motion, in her left arm. This week, she stood on her own for the first time, and with assistance from a walker, she’s walking. Her heart, defying the notion, her Will had no power. She’s, rehabilitating her worth, building her confidence; my wife, she’s a fighter!

This post is an updated, and lays out a bit of the history, what my wife has been fighting over the years. There’s no doubt about it, she’s a fighter, with someone forever in her corner, not willing to throw in the towel, or away our faith. It’s been six weeks since, and she’s fighting her way back, and will hope be home, in three to four weeks, ready to fight the next contender. Working two jobs, visiting her every day, sometimes twice a day, takes a lot out of you. But, my heart will continue the beat, until she’s home!

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Sometimes, it seems life is trying to break you, like faith is letting you down. Leaving your heart in a place, where it feels like there’s no escape. Where, it seems hope has left you high and dry. The tears won’t fall, bitterness welling, but that’s when, you pour out another portion; love. You, can be so sure of yourself, but breathing is not so easy, in a toxic world. When tomorrow, may look just like today; misty eyes. The heart, breaking to see, the state of our humanity. The pain is felt, oh love, hear my appeal; what’s blinding you? Dreams imploding, indifference emboldened. Hearts, lying still in the dark, not letting in the dawn, the full light come in. The soul hiding, anxiety feeding, love slowly fading. Fear, wanting to break your spirit, waiting to steal your confidence. I’ve seen this, in loved ones, but this I know; burdens won’t break me, will never sway my heart. Though the tears fall, I stand tall, stand with, stand by. Until, courage whispers in the fight, stand strong. Love, has a profound role to play, be a shoulder to lean on. If, ones Will doesn’t break, then, one’s promise to be there, will never be broken. Be a heart, that will be faithful, through every season. I’m here to say, love is the most tangible thing; physical, or spiritual. Hope is found, in the arms of love. Even if, you don’t know who you are, today. Every season, has a reason, every battle a purpose; teaches resilience. If it seems, life is breaking you? Still reach out your heart, extend your hand, be faithful to love. There’s no breaking Will, when you know, fear can never break a heart, trenched deep in love. In the trenches, where, the greatest battles are won! Jun 21, 2023