Our Purpose is created before we are!

I originally posted this to my Facebook page in July of last year, but I wanted to share it with others here on my blog in remembrance of Michael Joseph Jackson and to celebrate his life.


I am not one to write about celebrities or the current news. However, I wanted to share some thoughts that I have regarding Michael Jackson. It's so interesting, two weeks before his death I had The Jackson 5s greatest hits playing on my computer. I sat at the keyboard and pretended that it was a piano. I sang the song "Who's loving you?" I sang with as much feeling and commitment as Michael did at the age of 10. You know how it is, you feel it down in your toes and for once in your life, you're on stage and you're singing to millions. Can you even imagine?

I came home on June 25, 2009 from work. I always speak to my mother and see how her day went before I get settled. She mentioned to me that Michael Jackson was taken to the hospital. I replied "oh really?" You know how things went with Michael, he always bounced back. An hour or so later, my husband calls to tell me that he's on his way home from work. He tells me that Michael Jackson died today. I yelled "what? He died? Mom told me that he was rushed to the hospital, but she didn't say he died!" We ended our conversation and I immediately went to my mothers room to tell her. Her reaction was the same as mine, utter shock!

It's interesting how the death of someone is. You have that initial shock and then sadness. I've been listening to the music that I have on CD of Michael. I watched the memorial yesterday when I got home and then later last night. It just seemed surreal. Seeing his casket still didn't resonate to me that he would no longer be able to give joy to those who knew and loved him, and he would no longer be a staple in the lives of those who grew up listening to him and watching him grow.

I've never been to a MJ concert. To be honest, I've never had the desire, but I am so sorry that I missed out. I would have loved to have met MJ. It's so funny; Michael was 8 years older than me at the time of his death. Since I was a child, I've known about Michael Jackson, so for me, it's like I grew up with him. I guess I took him for granted. I guess his death also seems unreal because it's like he can't die. Not because of his persona, but because he's been with me for as long as I've been able to sing and dance along with him. Those of you in my age range and perhaps younger probably understand where I'm coming from. I've never met him, but for me it was as if I always knew him.

After viewing the memorial, I saw Michael Jackson in a new light. I saw him with new eyes. I have never really thought about all of his humanitarian efforts. I learned things about Michael that the media has never given him credit for. I learned through his death to appreciate him more. I believe that is something that a lot of people are doing now, now that he's gone. I saw a program on MJ on Monday night. I believe it was Dateline, but it was a rare look at MJ's life. MJ stated that he felt bad at times for taking the credit for his creations and signing his name to some of the songs, for it was God who created all of what he was and all of what he did.

I feel that Michael was an instrument of God. He was sent for a purpose. That purpose was created before he was born. He thought as he did for a reason. He never grew up for a reason. Think of children and how quickly they are to forget and how easy it is for them to love. That was Michael Jackson. I believe he was troubled and pressured. Not from the demands of his career, but because of hurt that he endured. If you truly look upon this man for the many magnificent things he did for others, you'll see love. There will never ever be such a performed. Why? Because God gave him the gifts that he displayed. God created him, and even though the turmoil in his life caused him to desire a change in his appearance, he was still who God created him to be.

We each have a purpose and with that purpose, God gives us the will and strength to survive. I believe that Michael Jackson wasn't meant to be here for a long period of time, not well into his 80s or 90s. The media can say whatever they want, and they will. But his life's purpose had a time and a place. Do you see that he is even great in death? To me he wasn't an enigma, but a light to shine for others to see. At times we can't see the good in someone because we're always tearing them down. It was Michael's time. I saw that today so clearly, and when I did, the sadness of his death left me. For I didn't focus on him no longer being here, but instead I focused on the reasons that he was here.

I believe that he is in Heaven. I truly believe that he is at peace. There is no way that ONE person can hold so much talent and love without the aid of God. We may look upon him and accuse him, some may believe what the media tells them, but if you really look close enough at him and all that he represented, you'll see the truth. Open your minds. If a parent who truly loved their child and honestly fought for them, there wouldn't be any amount of money that would suffice. The demand wouldn't be for money, but for him to be behind bars. I've seen some awful things said about his death. But please open your eyes to the truth behind his life. If you focus on the beauty and magnificence of his existence, you will see who he really was, and that beauty will never die, but live on forever. I'm not just talking about his love and compassion for others, but of ALL things that encompassed this ultra talented human being.

I personally want to say, Thank you Michael Joseph Jackson for ALL that you did for ALL people. Thank you for such great childhood memories, seeing me through my high school years, for rocking with me on hits such as Billy Jean and Thriller. Thank you so much for being a part of my life. You will be forever missed, but never forgotten.