4/23~~You Left and Took Me with You(Poem)
4/21~~Many Love Letters to Michael
4/09~~What is True Justice for Michael Jackson?
3/10~~The Genius That Was Michael
3/09~~The Steps of a Good Man
3/09~~♫I Just Can't Stop Loving You♫

3/03~~Remembering "Smelly" Jelly
2/10~~My 3 Hours with the King of Pop
Atop My Giving Tree
My New Place


Randy Jackson, "Tweeted" from the LA court house on
February 17th, 2010, 10:08 am PST.

Quote: "My brother doesn't have a voice anymore We must fight & speak for him."

Are you willing to speak for him? Are you willing to be that voice? It is time for us to raise our voices as One...for a humble human being...that wanted simply nothing more: Than to share God's Unconditional love and be loved Unconditionally in return.♥

"A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps."

"I believe in God...I gain strength from God.
I believe in Jehovah, God, very much..I believe in God and love God"
Do you have a relationship with Jesus?
Jesus, yes. Aboslutely! The King of Pop, Michael Jackson

He Lives

Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master. Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher . Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer. Had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today. Blessed be the name of the King of all Kings, Jesus Christ.

Proverbs 31:8

*Open your mouth for the speechless, In the cause of all who are appointed to die.*

From the Joy Box: Daily Smile

~Discipline,not Desire Determines a person's Destiny~

An Emotionally Disfigured Ambassador

The world is not kind to blemish and imperfection. But you knew that didn't you Michael? Being the perfectionist and artist you were, you continued to see the face in the mirror that the people you loved and trusted as a child, teased and ridiculed you about. The big nose, the problem skin, the Vitaligo. So you kept changing your face. You always empathized with the downtrodden, disabled and disfigured-- you were closer to them than any of us knew. You hid it from the world so well.

The Epitome of Artistry

Michael Attends Church W/Steve Harvey, Tom Mesereau, Brother Randy

Friday, April 23, 2010

You Left and Took Me with You

You left and took me with you
Every fiber of my being;
I somehow fight the emptiness,
The moments in between.

You left and took me with you
Yet I still can't understand;
Your warming breath upon my cheek,
The grasp of your loving hands.

You left and took me with you,
With embracing sweet romance;
The songs comprised by angels,
The magic and the dance.

You left and took me with you,
But, still there's the me I cannot find;
Filled with pain and sorrow,
It's the me you left behind.

You left and took me with you,
I guess it hast to be ok;
For the me that you took with you,
God meant for you, anyway♥

@RGHuffman 2010~I Love You More♥

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Many Love Letters to Michael #1

Howard McCrary's Letter to His Friend:The King of Pop (Hearts) Traversing the worlds of gospel and secular music, multi-talented Howard McCrary has built a solid reputation as an award-winning singer, songwriter, producer and musician whose resume includes some of the most prestigious and important artists in contemporary music. Whether working with the likes of Quincy Jones, Michael Jackson, Chaka Khan, Edwin Hawkins, Nina Simone, Ringo Starr or Andrae Crouch, Howard McCrary brings a mix of artistry, enthusiasm, skill and positive energy to each and every project. He and his siblings in the earlier days, known as the McCrarys recorded the album “Just For You” for Portrait Records. Howard said. "We toured with The Jacksons, Gladys Knight, The O'Jays…for Motown Records. As Howard himself says, he could identify with Michael, "I feel that through my music and creative ability I would like to inspire hope, harmony, healing and the dream of world peace.”
On his blog:he writes an open letter to his friend Michael on the day he went home to be with the other angels.
theMy Daughter Sarah woke me up this morning at 7am to tell me of your passing. I was hoping this was some type of publicity stunt that only you or Houdini could pull off.
I remember the first day we met in the summer of 1979 when my family as on tour with your family. The Jacksons and The McCrarys. Did you know we used to be called The McCrary 5? Oh never mind, long story.
When my sister Charity introduced me to you with my brothers Alfred and Sam at that swanky Texas house party you asked me if I was married and I told you I was separated from my wife Chaye and we were going through a divorce. That's when you folded your hands and said, "I will be praying for you." Then you introduced me to your beautiful cousin Jackie and folded your hands again and said, "I'll be praying for you." 10 minutes later you went to other side of the room and made the praying gesture and smiled as you pointed at your cousin. I remember you doing this two more times before finally saying good night again saying “I will be praying for you.” Michael right now I am praying for you. I am praying for you beautiful parents you introduced me to at The Omni Hotel in Los Angeles on your 45th private birthday party the evening your sister Janet asked me to play 'Triste' and her fiancĂ©e Mr. Dupree seemed a little upset as she held both my hands to thank me from her heart for 2 or or three full minutes for playing one of her favorite songs. It was so good to see Jackie that night and Tito and Randy too. Latoya was looking so beautiful as well. Every member of your family are so beautiful and gifted. I remember meeting up with Jermaine at Cocscos and as we shopped together we would talk all about you.
Do you remember that Christmas morning at your home in Beverley Hills when you and your children wanted to hear the children sing? I called my sister Charity and we contacted 12 of the best singing kids we knew, of course some of them being our own family members.We had less than 48 hours to rehearse an coordinate this private production before the children got into the limousines from me and Tammy's home from Sherman Oaks to be convoyed to your Beverly Hills Estate. Seth proudly was there that morning to vocalize all the young ones as I conducted as the children sang with charity accapella, 'Heal The World, Silent Night, Santa Clause Is Coming to Town ( Jackson style)' amongst other songs as they sang on you staircase and you and your children and family sat in that grand foyer combined with the Cathedral like acoustics I could hear additional voices of angels that morning. It was a sacred moment for us all. As you hugged Charity and I to thank us we did a group hug with Seth and sumptuously enjoyed The Christmas Buffet you prepared for all of us. For these children it was a Christmas dream come true. If any of you children are reading this letter please share what that morning meant to you. Your children Michael looked like cherubs.You were such a loving father. Michael I could never understand how could the press could be so ruthless towards you. You are Michael The Angel. I will never forget when I had the joy to work with Andre and Sandra Crouch on your Dangerous CD at Westlake Studio and we were recording the background vocals on 'Keep The Faith' and as Andre was conducting we came to an impasse for over 20 minutes until Andre turned to me and said, "Howard fix it!"So I gave out the parts to the ascending figure of the word 'FAITH' leading to the release and you jumped up and down in the control room saying, "I Love It!"It was that day you invited me up to the green room with my son Darius who was 12 years old at that time .He was part of a new TV sitcom called Family Matters and you told him, "I hear you have been hanging out with Bobby Brown, he is not a good influence. Here take my number and call me anytime. If you need someone to talk to or spend time with, I'll be there. The only thing is when you call don't ask for me or they won't put you through, ask for Norma Jean, it's the code name."For the rest of that day at West Lake Studios he spent with you and was in heaven.All the way home he held your private phone number in his hands aglow and raving about his new awesome friend.As soon as we got home he asked if he could call you and I said yes of course.So very excitedly Darius dialed the number and ask for Michael...click! Then he remembered the code name, called back and asked for Norma Jean...click!Even still to this day he talks about that wonderful day he spent with you at the studio andlearned the lesson of how important it is to follow instructions. Once again and lastly when you went to trial in Santa Barbara and it seemed like the whole world turned their backs on you at another session producer Bruce Swedien pulled my sister Linda and I to the side and said, "Howard and Linda , don't believe The Press. Michael is an angel... he would never hurt the children."I never stopped believing in you or the pure soul that you are. I remember when you thanked my sister Charity and I for bringing 10 busloads of ministers and some of their members to support you during your trial at The Santa Barbara Courthouse. We had singers singing on behalf of you innocence and ministers interceding on your behalf for justice.Thank you for graciously hosting all of us at Neverland not once but twice as we came to show you how much we loved you and believed in your innocence.It is an outrage what some people will do for . Greed, Delusion, and Anger is something you wanted to see our world healed of. Michael it's not too late. I know there are others like myself who believe in your dream that we can have a better world if we only Keep The Faith. As I began writing this letter the sun was shining in Hong Kong and now as I close we are in a Typhoon...strange but Michael...I am not surprised you were always bigger than life and now we know that you are. You and your music, your smile, your dance, but most of all your message will live in our hearts forever.You not only are 'The King of Pop', you are also...'The King of Hearts'
We Love You Michael ! Howard♥

Friday, April 9, 2010

What is True Justice for Michael Jackson ?

Would we not like to see the likes of: Nancy Grace, Diane Diamond, Martin Bashir, TMZ, ET and a zillion others, stand up and speak from the nation's pulpit?
True justice, I believe in Michael's eyes will be when every single Tabloid, News Paper, Magazine, Fodder Reporter: Stands up to say:
"Michael Jackson was one of the greatest, kindest, most generous human beings this planet has known! He contributed more to this planet and to the...human race than anyone possibly could over the period of 45 years and we are so sorry that we spent ...more than half of those years in dishonor, tearing down the love and compassion this man fought so hard to build and to share with a dying world. We sincerely apologize to his children, his family, friends and fans for the pain we have inflicted....We find it disgraceful the pain and agony we brought to such a beautiful soul and we now will do everything we possibly can to restore that legacy he fought so hard to leave this world~A legacy of L.O.V.E.♥"
This, my friends, is what the real WAR is about!
Michael had a relationship with the living God. He sought Him out and prayed daily for all things and situations in his life. Oh, things would become very difficult at times, just like they do in all of our lives, but he knew what his purpose was. He knew that God had a plan for his life and he one day would be called home from what he was put here to accomplish. "God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.” Michael looked at things eternal, and the deep desire of his heart was to leave behind for his children and the world was a legacy of healing and love.
So, do you really want justice for Michael? Then first of all pray, pray, pray. Pray for his children, his family and his legacy of L.O.V.E.♥
Then secondly set a goal of what you can do to renew the legacy Michael fought so hard for and cried over for more than half of his existence in this world. Then, remember the old adage, "The pen is mightier than the sword." Sign every petition and write as many letters as time will allow to each and every public official, movie Mogul, tv star, musician friend of MJ's, etc. that you can think of to enlighten them and engage them in the battle. Facebook,MySpace and Tweet until everyone on you pages understand who the real Michael Jacksons was and is.
Michael was the voice for so many disadvantaged and impoverished children and others, that did not have a voice of their own. Now, he has no voice and it is our turn to be his. Can we do as good of a job as he did?
"There is nothing that can't be done, if we raise our voices as One!"MJ
This is what he believed. How about you?
Will the debacle we call the free media ever stand up and dispell the ville demolishing, devestating, and vilified destruction they caused Michael. No, we will probably never see that day. But, still let us do what we can to be Michael's voice and change the world to make it a better place. Starting by doing all we can to dispel the trash tabloids, deface the loathsome likes of the Graces, Diamonds and Bashiers. What is justice for Michael Jackson? For the day when the entire world comes to see him as he truly wanted to be seen and was. As a beautiful, compassionate, caring soul, who only asked to be loved unconditionally and to love unconditionally in return.
We as his friends, fans and family members shall work, wait and pray for this day!!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Genius That Was Michael

Anyone who takes a little bit of time to study the makeup of the human being, Michael Jackson, will understand what he has always communicated through his art and his humanitarian efforts. Listen to what he shares with us through his own unedited words. Read what he himself has written throughout his lifetime in his books, lyrics to his songs, in film, and the love he professes for the God he so humbly speaks of. Learn about the genius, God given gifts of Michael from Michael himself. Spend several days on Youtube and the internet just searching his name and you will come away a totally different person, with a totally different point of view. Oh of course, there will be the curt and carass stories and jokes portraying him as the strange freak that the media tried to make him out to be. But you most assuredly will come forth with many more facts rather than just stories of a man filled with genius, talent, compassion and a God inspired love for his fellowman.

It was so heartbreaking for him and those that care deeply, to soarly discover that, this is not how the general public and the mass media operate. People tend to believe what they hear and read without a complete investigation and the media will write their own version of the "truth." It is through this ever pervasive and worsening phenomenon that the "enemy" (evil) moves within our world. We all need to learn how to recognize and discern this evil.

There is a concept that we all need to comprehend. A concept that eventually lead an entire culture in the wrong direction and made a major contribution to the destruction and demise of one of the most beautiful and giving human beings in modern history. The enemy put in serious hours of destructive overtime in Michael's life. It began in a childhood atmosphere of physical and emotional abuse, continued throughout his life and it can pretty much readily be said, it ended the same way. Michael did of course sometimes not make it easy on himself, for he, at times, prescribed to the circus atmosphere of public relations, what he called mystery, that sometimes “maybe any news is good news.” He had this affair, as much as he hated them, with the media of playing and portraying a mystique about himself and his identity. But, somehow, with the mass media and with the population at large, the boundaries of his idiosyncratic lifestyle became confused and blurred. Here we soon found that objective journalism flew out the window and the rummer mill, with the influential monetary gain of the tabloid media would prevail on his life. They became rich off of airing or printing anything they wanted, and because of his mystery persona, could print anything about Michael and it would be believable. Why? Simply because it was Michael Jackson. So many, just manufacturing untruths to feed off of a loving and giving human being. Michael believed strongly in the the quote; “ The love of money is the root of all evil.” How many of us could have lived on a daily basis of facing constant pain of such cruelty and ridicule? This was used over and over just for others to build their global empires.

If you will read author Aphrodite Jones book "Michael Jackson Conspiracy" she does reveal in her writing on a first hand basis, that she was once one of the media's strongest supporters portraying distain for Michael and joining the masses. Sitting through his 2005 trial she did a complete about face on her opinion of his innocence and she speaks in one aspect of media involvement in the barrage of evil forces upon Michael. This evil came in not only the form of his accusers, the district attorney, and the media at large, but also those whom he some trusted as friends who in doing nothing proved their loyalty. It is a lesson in organized discrimination and brutality. If you read Aphrodite's book you will find truth concerning the 2005 trial. In a book called “Redemption” pinned by legal assistant to the Chandler's attorney in the 1993 charges against Michael, Geraldine Hughes, you will find the same truth. Though it was proven that Jordan Chandler's father, Evan, planned extortion for Michael in 1993, and though Michael was found innocent on all counts in a court of law on June 13, 2005, Michael has forever been drug through mud filled trenches of libel, slanderous claims, and complete lies about him from as long as we all can

Michael spoke and wrote openly of his God, Jesus, and his faith and many of his lyrics were filled with Christian values. He had his share of flaws, as do we all, but Michael led to many a very moral life. He was raised on the Word of God, the Bible, and understood God's purpose for him and his life. He spent his life always thanking God and giving credit to the Lord for all the gifts and talents that flowed through him.
Quote: I wrote "Will You Be There?" at my house, "Never Land" in California....I didn't think about it hard. Thats why its hard to take credit for the songs that I write, because I just always feel that it's done from above. I feel fortunate for being that instrument through which music flows. I'm just the source through which it comes. I can't take credit for it because it's Gods work. He's just using me as the messenger.... Ebony 2002 MJ
Most importantly he learned and thrived on one concept. That concept, if the world at large could learn and would follow in his footsteps, that concept of love from his Heavenly Father. It is the concept of Godly Love, the world could be healed and be the better place he longed and strived for.
Quote: "...But I will never stop helping and loving people the way Jesus said to."MJ

What is it we can as fellow human beings gleen from such a torchered and yet sometime blissful life?
One thing that genius refers to a level of aptitude, capability or achievement which exceeds even that of most other exceptional contemporaries in the same field. And oh did Michael Jackson ever surpass his contemporaries, past, present and future. Not only with his art, but more importantly with his heart.
Michael's genius was more than just originality, creativity, or intelligence. His genius is associated with achievement of insight which had and even now still has transformational power, especailly for the children he loved dearly. A work of genius that fundamentally altered the expectations of his audience, in the likes of Princess Diana, Martin Luther King Jr. and even Mother Theresa. What is that power? What is that genius that even Michael did not have a monoploy on. The power he posessed that he tried with every fiber of his being to profess to us all to envelope ourselves in, as he did. That genius power, the power of L.O.V.E.

A most comprehensive website on the complete Michael Jackson can be found on Deborah Kunesh's website http://www.reflectionsonthedance.com/ .

I L.O.V.E. You More ~ RG Huffman ~ 2010

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

♫ ♪ I Just Can't Stop Loving You ♫♪

Contemplating on a message forum this week with some beautiful MJ sisters, we were trying to figure out the reasoning of why Michael's fans,in particular us, can feel so deeply for him and the unrecognizable pain his loss has brought to so many in the world.That is such a challenging contemplation when so many others cannot fathom the sorrow or even give a damn. Some of us felt it's just a feeling, while others thought maybe a psychologist was in order. Whatever our individual solutions, we all knew it was a fever that was capture by not just us, but millions. Yes! MJ Fevor! But why? Was'nt he just a man looking for the same things the entire human race searches for in a lifetime? Sometimes with strange and unorthadox ways of doing things? What is about him that even still draws the harshest of hearts to him at the days end? Maybe, just maybe, its the light of L.O.V.E.<3 The light from the love of his God whom he said used him as His instrument to reach the multitudes around the world.
Quote@I~~ "IT IS NATURAL for all of us to feel the way we all do, because Michael was in effect EVERYTHING you ever wanted, idolized, needed- your perfect brother, perfect lover, artist par excellence."
{So true sweet I~~ and I also believe the fact because he is bigger than life and so UNATTAINABLE (even when he was physically here) so much more drawing and desirable♥ And he always said to us all: " I Love You"♥ Who can resist LOVE?
It is surely what all of our hearts desire~~~
THEREFORE Michael's love for us says:"I don't feel it much when you are far from me because your love has created something in my heart that no matter the distance, the closer your heart is to mine."}
Quote:@B~~"Michael crawled into my heart after June 25 and I feel like he is curled up in there, in the fetal position, pulling on the muscle from the inside and crying, "Let me know when the bad people are gone and I will come out." I absolutely cannot kick him out to focus on anything else. We have to get rid of the bad people. I want Michael to have faith in people again and that won't happen unless the guilt are brought to justice. "
Oh! Yes!{AND THEN THERE IS THE PROTECTIVE MOTHER IN US ALL!! The Mother instinct that will protect their child with their own lives if necessary! Michael the little child that B~~ discribes here that begged each one of us when he spoke of his inner child to: Love me, don't judge me! Be my Soldier's of L.O.V.E., and protect me(I'm a little boy inside)♥ I need you to protect me~`}
That's what we each feel for him that pulls at your heartstrings~~ The beautiful man you want to hold and get close to because of his heart, compassion, sexiness, unexplainable mystery....
Then you just want to hold, comfort, console and protect the little boy that needs to be protected so badly♥ The little boy that was scared from early childhood and never allowed the sweet innocence that develops a child's heart and mind naturally.
How can you fight and deal with those tremendous feelings along with feelings of frustation that your hands are tied and there is nothing you can do in either situation?....Maybe the answer lies withing Michael himself!! Just Maybe! Maybe it was just the L.O.V.E. he was called to proclaim. Whatever it was, each one proclaimed...Michael, "I Just Can't Stop Loving You!"

I Love You All More My Precious MJ Sisters ♥

The Steps of a Good Man Psalms 37:23

♥ God Bless Thomas Mesereau ♥
Michael's trial lawyer Thomas Mesereau said - "'Michael was a very good person. But unfortunately when you’re that much of a genius, and you’re that wealthy, all of the sharks are going to come forward, and when you combine with that a certain level of naivety, a person who just didn’t want to be wrapped up in money matters all of the time or legal matters. He wanted to do creative things, he wanted to do humanitarian things. That makes him even more of a target for frivolous lawsuits and frivolous claims.'" 2005
~A Man with a Good Heart♥ ~The steps of a good man are ordered by God~and He delights in his ways~ ♥

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Remembering "Smelly" Jelly

In discribing the making of the fantastic highest selling album of all time "Thiller", revealed in the pages of Quincy Jone's 2001 autobiography, it was amusing to find his explanation of the nickname that he and Steven Spielburg used for Michael.

The making of Thriller in a little more than two months was like riding a rocket. Everything about it was done at hyperspeed. Rod Temperton, who also co-wrote several of the album’s songs, and I listened to nearly 600 songs before picking out a dozen we liked. Rod would then submit to me about thirty-three of his own songs on totally complete demos with bass lines, counter lines, and all, recorded on the Temperton high-tech system of bouncing the sound of two cassette recordings between ghetto blasters, and ten to twenty-five alternate titles for each song, with the beginnings of lyric schemes. He was absolutely the best to work with—always totally prepared, not one drop of b.s. We have always kept it very real with each other, exchanging strong opinions and comments without ever “throwing a wobbly”—British slang for “losing it.” He’s the kind of warrior you want at your side on the battlefield.

Michael was also writing music like a machine. He could really crank it up. In the time I worked with him he wrote three of the songs on Off the Wall, four on Thriller, and six on Bad. At this point on Thriller I’d been bugging him for months to write a Michael Jackson version of “My Sharona.” One day I went to his house and said, “Smelly, give it up. The train is leaving the station.” He said, “Quincy, I got this thing I want you to hear, but it’s not finished yet. I don’t have any vocals on it.”

I called Michael “Smelly” because when he liked a piece of music or a certain beat, instead of calling it funky, he’d call it “smelly jelly.” When it was really good, he’d say, “That’s some smelly jelly.” I said, “Smelly, it’s getting late. Let’s do it.”
I took him to the studio inside his house. He called his engineer and we stacked the vocals on then and there. Michael sang his heart out. The song was “Beat It.”
We knew the music was hot. On “Beat It” the level was literally so hot that at one point in the studio Bruce Swedien called us over and the right speaker burst into flames. We’d never seen anything like that in forty years in the business.

Who could have ever imagined that one of the most sought after voices, talents, and faces of genius in the world, could and would be discribed, eventhough it be affectionatley as "Smelly"? Michael Jackson has been discribed with a plethora of descriptive words in his lifetime, but "Smelly"? Would we have loved to have the chance to call him that?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

My 3 Hours with the King of Pop

Exert from Article: by Chuck Dakota, Arts and Entertainment,

This brought us to a discussion that makes me want to slap everyone who trash talks this man and gives opinions over media reports instead of the truth. He looked down at his shoes with his legs shaking as if they were dancing in tempo and asked us if we ever felt like a prisoner? He went on to say that all of his life he never had the chance to do anything for himself; he always was made to have someone else do it. Even at 49 years old he still had the chains of his childhood bound to him in a way that prevented him from being anything other than the King of Pop.
See Link to Article in right hand column: To Read
Part One:

Quote: "It's pretty neat.. My children told me that were going to get one (an award) for eating the most fried chicken (laughter).. My dear mother instilled in me very young to give back and as I grew in God I knew what I had to do as a believer in Christ. I hate to see suffering, I hate to see people in need and I feel God gave me a gift and I have to use it responsibly by giving back and I'll do it until I have pennies left or the good lord calls me home." MJ
See Link to Article in right hand column: To Read
Part Two:

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor". So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinners together.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when you get old." The four year old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that children's eyes observe more than there ears ever hear and the example we set for them determines their actions.

I've learned that make a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life".

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that people will forget what you said ...people will forget what you did......but people will never forget how you made them feel.

I've learned that life is about people and making a positive difference.

I've learned that you should take care of yourself and those you love - Today and Everyday!

I've learned I still have a lot to learn!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

My New Place

Please don't sing sad songs for me,
Forget your grief and fears,
For I am in a perfect place
Away from pain and tears...
It's far away from hunger
And hurt and want and pride,
I have a place in Heaven
With the Master at my side.
My life on earth was just ok,
As earthly life can go,
But Paradise is so much more
Than anyone can know...
My heart is filled with happiness
And sweet rejoicing, too.
To walk with my Lord is perfect peace,
A joy forever new.

Atop My Giving Tree ~

I am always here for you,
As you are there for me,.
I'm not so very far away,
Though, you cannot see;
For I am perched so very high,
Atop my Giving Tree.
I bask in all your blissful thoughts,
The thoughts you have of me.
I've given you my music,
My dance, My love, and all of my heart;
Shhhh! I'm just a whisper away--
We'll never be far apart.
I peek inside your wondrous soul ,
Your love, has set me free♥
I do, I feel, your every thought;
Atop my Giving Tree.
I see your softly, pleading tears,
Your every heartfelt need.
But it's pain, and strife and
Untune discord,
From what, I've been blissfully freed.
My heart finds peace and solace here,
Atop my Giving Tree.
If you will ever speak to me ,
of what is in your heart,
Then I will hear you from above,
Don't think we're far apart.
I'm here to help the Lord each day,
Atop my Giving Tree,
Tending to unanswered prayers,
That He is here to see.
You know I've said so many times
I love and hold you dear.
But, I've left behind the intense pain,
and every single tear.
I'm on a new great adventure,
An angel hard to see,
My spirit now holds so much peace,
And I am so carefree.
Oh, I love it so very much,
Atop my Giving Tree.
I know that you do miss me,
And how deeply that you care,
But as I've told you many times,
Just call and I'll be there.
A whisper, sweet thought, or gentle caress,
Is all you'll ever need for me.
Yes I'll be right here sitting, watching and waiting,
In my beautiful “Neverland” Giving Tree>
I Love You More @RG Huffman, 2009


Your love is magical, that's how I feel
But I have not the words here to explain
Gone is the grace for expressions of passion
But there are worlds and worlds of ways to explain
To tell you how I feel
But I am speechless, speechless
That's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real
When I'm with you I am lost for words, I don't know what to say
My head's spinning like a carousel, so silently I pray
Helpless and hopeless, that's how I feel inside
Nothing's real, but all is possible if God is on my side
When I'm with you I am in the light where I cannot be found
It's as though I am standing in the place called Hallowed Ground
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real
I'll go anywhere and do anything just to touch your face
There's no mountain high I cannot climb
I'm humbled in your grace
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for real
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am far away, and nothing is for real
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for real
SpeechlessYour love is magical, that's how I feel
But in your presence I am lost for words
Words like, "I love you."