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

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."