
But enough already. I need to pull up my socks and get on with the business of loving life and uplifting those I love dearly to love it too. Things may not come to us the way we want them and in the time we want them but ultimately there is a plan for us all. And it lies in the hands of God. But we are responsible for making His plan our reality. I can only do the best I can with what God has given me and hope that the message is ultimately conveyed.
Here is what I believe. Love conquers all. You simply cannot stop it. And it is what propels my every action.
Life Magazine was the final periodical to interview Michael Landon prior to his death in 1991. Even though the messages he conveyed through production in television spoke of strong family values, Michael himself was not a perfect man by any stretch. He was also a child abused by his parents with a father and mother who did not love him. And somewhat self destructive in his behavior.

Love conquers all. I believe in the power of love. Only a fool would pass it by. When it comes to you softly and touches your cheek, hold onto it tight. Plan ahead for the blessings it will bring you in your future. Because we only get one chance at this life and we need to grab on tight to love. As it comes. Wherever it comes from. It will hold our hand in life. It will hold our hand in death. It will understand our every fear. It will support us through our greatest travesties. It will laugh with us in moments of great joy. Love gives us hope for a better day. Love gives us the will to survive. Love strengthens our core. Love forgives and moves on. Love never punishes. Love never condemns. Love is patient and kind. Love gives us the ability to explore and understand the very depths of each other. Thank you God for the gift of love.
"Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows." Michael Landon
I dedicate this blog to Peter... I miss you terribly. And Michael's words were yours to me. I promise you, I heard you.
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